Dawnlark Plains it'll pass. always does

when colt turned back, it was to see the strongest woman he knew lying on the ground, weak despite the lash of her tongue.
his jaw ground like the edge of a leather strap. he'd done this to her. easier to switch blame; they'd done it to her.
but he'd put her there, ol briggs himself.
the lanky man stalked back to where sadey was, but instead of hurting her pride further by hauling her up, he only sat down with a grunt.
no sass. only two broken wolves sitting there looking out at a packland that seemed empty, but he wouldn't trust it.