Dawnlark Plains you want some more blood on you

It seemed like Briggs had a good plan. He could take the mute over the mountain and look for a healer in their neck of the woods. They’d have better luck finding someone who didn’t want to tan their hides, that was certain. Reno just didn’t think that Colt had it in him to sweet talk someone into the dark folds of the wilds. Who’d follow that cuss anywhere?

Sadey intruded on their conversation. The dusty figure turned sharply toward her, narrowing his eyes.

Yer a damn fool, Sadey. Git yerself somewhere to rest.

Reno nudged her sharply with his snout. His ears were pointed. The expression on his face suggested that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

You and this idgit both push yerselves too damn hard. He’s lucky he ain’t in the same state as yer in.