Two Rivers Isle my guns

hunting.
the isle needed a supply of meat for the little ones, and colt needed to stretch his legs. he spat brown tracks into the dirt beside the river and stood, dusting off his flanks.
but a man simply did not pass up an opportunity to know another. all men were your enemies.
"@Boone," the cowboy barked out in his rasping drawl. "think i seen a herd'o deer pass by not so long ago. yer up."
a leering look; colt pushed off into the brushes with a stalk that suggested it was best to listen.