Otatso Wetlands early drinkin' [m]

Sadey heard Colt moving and a gentle breathed explicative. She felt that quite readily herself lately. She leaned her head up, a wince coloring her face. The chunk of flesh and fur that had been ripped from behind her ear, hurt like a mother, but it was nothing for the fire that licked from her chest to her back. The exposed rib smarting like crazy.

She struggled to her feet, labored breathing, tears springing readily to her eyes as she tried to make a step and another. She neared Ole Colt and grumbling. 

Let's move you, eh? Out of shit. It's gonna hurt like a bitch though. You want to risk it or stay in the mire?

She nosed along him, trying not to jar him. Not sure of all his wounds. He hadn't been able to speak for 2 days, so neither she nor Lonesome Dove knew what his extent was. So with gentle touches that she was certain he never felt from her, she felt around for anything they missed.

And you're right it ain't over. As much as the girl annoys me, she's yours.

Which by extent made her Sadey's but sadey knew ole colt enough to know he'd balk and get real shitty she were to say that.