Two Rivers Isle i wanna live, cowpoke

She saw the way he looked and those grey eyes of her's flashed cold fire and she snorted. Don't you look at me like i be half dead and a monkey's ass, Colt Briggs. I'll scrap you to the moon, rip the hide from your shoulders. Yew understan.

I already told yew i'd go hauling ass and taking names. We stay here we're liable to get soft and warm hearted.

She pulled a face. If that isn't a horrifyin thought.