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

Sadey snorted. Figured as much. Foolish and it's gonna get ya killed when ole colt or one of us not around ta save ya.

She glared at Colt and raised a brow. Gettin' to big fer your britches there Colt Briggs. You ain't boss a me, but in this case yer right about one things Winters comin'.

Sadey would push past them both. Eyeing the girl. Glare all yew want child, i killed men bigger than Colt Briggs neither one a yew scare me.

Then she'd say no more. She'd approach Briggs one more time bout the girl. Then well it was his problem. But if he tried to strong arm her again. Or try and order her around. She'd bite his ear off.