Emberwood Oats

colt hunched his shoulders against the cold. pride kept him from devouring the squirrel. "each passin' day i ain't half so worthless, reno." an arched brow asked the other not to humiliate him with insistence.
briggs turned into the snow-laden wind, inhaled deeply. no sign of her. no sign of gun. his brow knitted and he dropped his eyes back toward his companion.
"yew think she's all right?" his voice was saw-edged with something emotional and unlike him.