Lost Creek Hollow when you fall, there'll be a party [m]

it was kinda titillating, knowing that sadey had left a man basically for dead. and all for touching. colt could say a thousand things, but putting hands on that firebrand of a woman was not on his to-do list, not for all his rabbling.
he spat birchbark saliva in a wet string.
"yew gonna make a habit o'killin' fellas this side of the river?" he asked next, prodding her a little with his eyes. sadey was a damn good fighter and hunter besides, loyal, fierce. but if she'd gone rabid, he needed to know now.