Dawnlark Plains tick tock

Settle down, Marston… yer jumpin’ like a varmint.

Reno slowed his approach to the other figure. Quiet as a stone, but Marston had done a good job with putting himself to work. He’d followed Colt closely, keeping after the things that the gang’s leader asked him to do.

C’mon, let’s see if we can get us some food.

They’d need to scrounge up a few catches if they were to feed their members and try to give Sadey something to fill her belly. It felt like it had been months since he had eaten his fill. Winter was brutal but trekking it out there on their own after they had been attacked was madness.

The dusty cowboy nodded for Marston to follow.