Grouse Thicket so i a[m] i point one back at them but not the index or the pinkie

colt snorted a bit, backing away. "gun. fuck off a minute." the words were hard but his voice wasn't. one could even say it was a bit understanding, knowing how women in this season needed a man or they went a little stupid.
gun wasn't stupid, just rightly addled for a bit. "yeah, i do. then i think yer gonna stay pregnant — they all do — an' we're gonna be the one coverin' all yer hides."
briggs was frustrated by the response of his body, growing more irritable by the minute.