Northstar Vale plenty of folk want our kind dead

"no need t'be vague fer a dyin' man, miz mountains," colt shot back. "the winter storm weren't nice at all t'yers truly."
what he needed and hated was a wager. an offer. leverage he didn't have. colt ran his tongue across ragged lips. "fix me up'n yew got a good tracker, least through the winter." briggs had little choice, and what better way to find the gang than to hole up for a bit?
he'd done it with natigvik. he could do it here. the red eyes rested hard on her.