Otatso Wetlands Mustangs

five days. six. seven.
colt briggs fixed red in his mind. he did not deviate from thinking of her expression before it had gone to painful black. he had never forgiven hotfoot for choking her like that. the very idea made his nostrils flare.
reno summoned him. "guess he don't know what happened," the rogue spat to no one in particular before hobbling in that direction. soon he was forced to rest, and howled irately out for the other cowboy to join him.
been cut up, yew ol' cuss.