Dawnlark Plains you want some more blood on you

Yer gonna be dead in a minute if ya don’t shut yer yap an’ move to lay down.

Reno didn’t have a lick of patience for that independent bullshit. She’d have no leg to stand on if she kept marching around until she’d killed over. Briggs had gotten stronger. Sadey had only gotten weaker in their short travels. How much more would she take, realistically? They couldn’t expect her to trek across frozen wastelands in hopes of finding something better.

Yer barkin’ about shit that don’t matter, Sadey. What’s it hurtin’ ya? That boy ain’t doin’ nothin’ but keepin’ an eye on ya. Makin’ sure ya don’t kill yerself actin’ like ya ain’t got nothin’ to fear.

Reno snorted at her. The fur along his neck bristled.

How’r we supposed to get Red back when yer takin’ yer sweet time gettin’ better?

The cowboy expected an answer. He stared pointedly at the injured woman.