Bitterroot Valley [m] there's nothin better than shootin a fella

"sadey. let her alone." the hairs along colt's nape were bristling; he snorted and turned his red eyes on reno a moment before glancing to indra.
she didn't need to answer.
"now. it's high time we got outta here. winter's sure t'be hard." colt spoke with the unearned confidence of a leader, drawn almost entirely from indra's presence. "i found a few game trails, we been huntin' too. there's food aplenty."