Emberwood we don't need a rat

"rats. rats with paws." colt moved beyond the dung, eastward into the forest. "gotta cut em out an' cut em up quick, before they get the idea they're welcome guests."
he looked at marston with a snort. "not lonesome dove, though, if she ever gits back. yew leave her alone."
he moved off at a stalking pace, not the one used for deer or rabbits but the gait of a man who meant to slit throats.