Permafrost Hollows maybe there is damnation

He began to leave by way of his swaggering steps, and Indra had a split second to choose between the entrails or her master, which was difficult. She sprang up and after him with a longing look over one bony shoulder.

Colt quizzed her.

Glossy coats, round bellies, ladies or kids --an' count how many men. Was that all of it? She hurried to reply and might have missed something.