Two Rivers Isle i wanna live, cowpoke

bad like them. colt wanted to argue that he and sadey weren't bad at all, just survivors with a different set of skills. but he noticed how she paused, the tenor of her voice. how she breathed.
colt didn't think she was up to scrapping any longer, and as her travel-mate he felt it fell to him to ensure they stayed out of such.
scratch that, then. 
"well, what about if miz iseul decides t'keep on out here?" was sadey soft about that too? colt looked hard at her. "what do yew wanna do from here on out?"