Razorback Ridge ain't nothin i can do about that

The rattlesnake in the dark was quiet. Was still. She had accepted the rabbit given to her by the dark man.

All was quiet, all was still, all was-!

There!

Her head shot up, it wobbled, she curled out of her small spaces and breathed out wet, cold air. She hacked a little cough.

Yes! Briggs!

She threw her head back, and released a sound, half shrieking coyote, half rattle-hiss.

Then, she moved.