Firestone Hot Springs aint nothin

Haha cause I am so mean

Sadey heard Lonesome Dove return and it had ratcheted her own body's response to it. As was the way with feminine company. Their cycles aligned. She growled low when she awoke to her own savory scent upon the air. And the telltale heat that bloomed between hind and leg. It burned and itched and she was holed up a bit away. She stepped into the space where Ole Colt had called for them and she watched them both with baleful eyes. Debating. She could go and have a roll in teh hay, but it had been so long and her heart was still tender. But it would ensure they survived. But she just wasn't certain. So she stood on that plateau of indecision. Her own scent wafting around her and the others. She'd turn and leave in amoment.