Shadewood no it damn well doesn't

Colt. Nah. She responded with the same brand of sass that could be found spilling from Gun's mouth; except her tone was more defensive, even bratty. What gave him the right to order her around like that? Especially now. But maybe he hadn't heard her — he had already been striding quickly in to the dark when she'd made her mutterings.
Then she had to decide to follow or not. It had been such a long time since they were together - and yeah, she'd missed him, mourned him even. Having Colt back in her life was a surprise; and she grasped for him in the dark, even if she didn't know why. Her ambling kept her on his trail.
The girl had grown in to herself by now. She moved fluidly and silently, prowling.