Qeya River i shot a lot of folk like you.

"ripped his lip up a good bit. bastard shuffled backward. not sure if he's left the valley." colt smoothed his tongue over his tattered lips. "an' you, miz walker? how th'good people of natigvik sent yew straight?"
his voice was loud, teasing. he looked around for the scarlet woman. "where's the leader? i come to pay back whatever she wants with a hunt." and more; it was all on offer for that one.