Shadowwyn Moor been on the low lately the feds hate me

The boorish woman moved to clear some snow.
Indra was left to her own devices for a few minutes and as a result, her mind wandered.
What if they moved on? She voiced this fear openly before Gun, then realized it, and with a grimace that mimicked what she remembered of Colt's scowls, let the thought rest upon the snow.

They'd be moving on soon - they'd need food and shelter, somewhere to rest properly. If they couldn't find the gang then they'd figure something out.