Northstar Vale plenty of folk want our kind dead

colt shook his head and lay down in the snow, affected ear up. "i reckon medicine would dull me a mite too much, miz mountains. prefer my faculties intact, thank yew."
colt wanted to tell her how many times he'd broken bones or had them broke, how many times he'd dragged himself gut-bit and bleeding away from a fight. the fact he'd almost been drowned but was still here, for instance.
"don't yew worry about little ol me. an' thank yew again, fer the kindness."
colt shut his eyes and inhaled smoothly.