Shadewood they had something of mine

There was something to be said for the cowgirl that neve gave up, and never gave in. Thus far Sadey Walker hadn't. She was tiny, but twice as mean. She had grown soft in her time here, put weight where there hadn't been before. But she was slowly getting back to her old self. Though the side still pained her from time to time and the scar tissue large enough that if pushed upon it caused such pain.

It was safe to say, her fighting days were probably done. Though she'd never admit that and she'd die before she didn't fight, but anyway who knew her knew that anyway. So she didn't feel that she needed to advertise.

Colt called for them. She wasn't sure what he wanted, but she found him none the less. Grey eyes gleaming at him from pristine white face.