Otatso Wetlands early drinkin' [m]

"naw, we aint got one, lonesome. we was lucky enough to find yew." he cocked his head at her. "yer right. but that fucker threw me into the creek, which brung me here. throat ripped up, half-drowned like a prairie rat." he chuckled, then flicked his tongue across the ridges of his teeth.
"there's five of us: me, sadey, red, gun, an' reno, tho i think he went back west for a little." he sniffed. "yer welcome among us. if yew don't wanna fight, not an issue. the gang repays its debts. just think about it, lonesome." he winked and looked toward sadey. surely she agreed that the little spitfire should be one of them.