Porcupine Ridge the sooner you fools accept that,

"gettin' the hell outta dodge," colt grunted, looking out toward the denmouth where the snow swirled.
where the gang had been lost.
pain and anger clenched his jaw. "don't need nothin' fer sleep, thank ye kindly, miz ash paw. reckon i need t'stay awake an' listen out."
for what, he did not elaborate.