Northstar Vale plenty of folk want our kind dead

colt was thinking. about the creek and the brutes there, about the battle and the fight. about sadey, reno, lonesome.
red.
heartstrings constricted and now he felt as though he truly would weep. colt steadied himself by looking into her wide and soft eyes, thinking how they were the color of young chestnut bark.
the press of moss to raw and exposed flesh was too much. every muscle in his body went rigid, and then colt briggs did faint clear away, insensate to the snow and to her continued medical goings-on.
he dreamed.