Firestone Hot Springs you're my brother

wasn't naren't a lick of opposition among them. colt's sexism reared itself powerfully; hard and crazed as they were, these two were still wimminfolk and therefore perhaps touched until the season had ended.
course they wanted to settle. he hadn't guarded sadey like a husband, and lonesome had plumb disappeared.
colt snorted and rolled his steelbone shoulders. "awright. where we goin' then? yew know i ain't no good at choosin' homesteads, sadey."