Firestone Hot Springs or too unlucky

colt briggs wasted no time in setting a perimeter for camp. he was not fully healed; he limped and his body ached in all the deep places. but this pain was secondary to the determination of his heart.
"whatchu think, @Lonesome Dove?" colt grunted, staring out at the snow. he was submerged to his neck in one of the steaming pools, and exhaled with pleasure. "should we stay a bit or do yew figure we should press on?"