Qeya River Tumbleweed

She spoke of Colt’s silver tongue and Reno looked at her with an exasperated sigh and weariness. It wasn’t something he wanted to hear. He knew that Briggs liked to schmooze where he could. The cowboy had grown to know Amalia, though. He had learned of her softness and her sweet nature. He did not want to see that tarnished… and Colt came from a tarnishing business. They all did.

As much as he did not want the rowdiness of the gang in this girl’s pack, he could not see a way to pull them all out now.

I’m fair at huntin’, can get the job done when folks need feedin’. I’m a good scout ah s’pose. Learn the land well enough. I’m a quick tooth in a fight, though, Reno’s tone grew serious. His eyes were squinted upon her features, judging how she might react. Wolves fought all the time – territory, prey, mates, there was no end to the things they would flash their teeth for. What d’ya think? Worth much to yer group?

How had Briggs made himself appealing to these wolves?