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boone turned out to wear a mountainback accent and this amused colt, relaxed him a little. brought him to mind of reno and red. all hicks here now, he told himself with a grin. "she is. prime-o fighter t'boot."
if boone had any designs on the muscular temptation that was fun, colt didn't see it. yet. a man was a man, though, and these past few days had put briggs into such a whirl he was about to go outside the isle and seek opportunity among the local women who couldn't fall pregnant.
and yes, he thought of wren, with no regrets. they'd treated each other well.
"whereabouts yew from, boone?" colt pressed with a nasty little flicker in his crimson eyes.