Otatso Wetlands saved my life more than once

The dusty figure eyed Briggs with a wary glint. There was no sugarcoating it, Colt was hurt bad. He didn’t look fit for travel, let alone trying to tough it out through winter. Reno wondered if it had been a mistake to take off from Amalia’s little family pack. He wondered if that might not suit them better than trying to make something for themselves.

Yer in bad shape, Briggs, he growled, voice strained with a small attempt to keep his tone down. Where in the mountains? What’r we gon do if we get snowed in there? We ain’t got numbers fer hunkerin’ down in the cold.

How long were they going to make little Red wait it out? Reno didn’t want to think of what might be happening to the young girl. She might have spunk but there was no telling what folks like that were capable of.