Qeya River and you’re a vulture

colt wanted to laugh, to tell the woman fuck off, but that would hurt sadey's chances of being treated here, wouldn't it? the man drew a visible breath, reining his impatience. "just us hereabouts." not so much a lie. "i need to get gone after this bastard while the track's still fresh, ma'am. when i come back around, I'm good fer what yew need. maybe a good hunt; we been trackin' the herds to an' fro."
colt recognized a bartering tone when he heard one. that it came from a perfect little spitfire of a woman only made it sweeter. he wanted to stay on her good graces, better a chance of charming her like he managed to do almost everyone else. except for sadey.