Shadewood no it damn well doesn't

colt nodded, understanding that whatever sentimental card he held battered in his hands was better stuffed back into a coat pocket for another time. red wasn't ready and he didn't much blame her.
"gun's a good cowboy," briggs grunted, though his scarlet eyes could not withstand the sensation of worry and curiosity mingling like a potion in his gut.
what had happened out there?
he swung his tail and went on at an amble. "won't have to do that no more fer a bit, unless yew want to," he grunted, watching as bits of torn leaf flickered to the ground.
had redbird ever not been angry?
"iseul's got a pretty spot there on the isle." he snorted at a ladybug trying to land on his scarred muzzle and backhanded it away.
"thinkin' of stayin'. thinkin' of takin' it over," colt floated, trying to provoke a reaction other than sullen bite from red.