Qeya River vulture flocking

Sadey and Colt were not anything, but gang members. Mayhap they'd be good for a good tumble full of hate and madness, if they both got an itch that needed scratched, but the thought as of yet, made Sadey's skin crawl. Though he had grown a little higher in her esteem she supposed. Not much though.

Sadey studied her. Followed my ole gang. The one we ran with. Reno, Colt, Augustin, and a few others. They're here too, though haven't found none but Briggs yet. Reno's smell is around. Mixed with that girl of yours. So she met him at least.