Otatso Wetlands Mustangs

They’d have a fight ahead of them, that was for sure. Reno grimaced into the fog, looking at the direction Colt had pointed.

When had he gotten so attached to little Red? Reno couldn’t make sense of it. The man had never cared about anyone beyond how well they could be used. The girl was young. She seemed like she’d already been through a rough go of things. The cowboy wondered what the other man saw in her that worked him up about her capture. Anyone else and Reno would have expected they’d be left behind.

Lonesome Dove? Native? he asked with a frown. He didn’t want to get them caught up in their plans. If the coywolf could heal, he’d have value and a place among them.

Yer sure there ain’t a whole gang of em?