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She would not be kind.

She was not a woman built of soft things and kind words. Those had been reserved for very few.

Colt Briggs was not one.

But she could see this for what it could be. An exchange, a barter. Especially until Amalia returned with words from Moonglow. She could keep him for the winter, a fine hunter.

Kick him come spring, before new life bloomed.

She would dig teeth into him, entertain him in the wake of his following. This could perhaps be the easiest thing she had dealt with in a long time.

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