Shadewood they had something of mine

sadey. red. no gun. 
colt snorted. who knew what that one was into. maybe keeping the big boone fucker distracted would be best. he cleared his throat, cocked an angular hip, spat into the grass. "iseul made me deputy. that means i have the same power here over everyone th'way she does. it also means we're formal-like."
"now. we should discuss when we reckon it's best t'get on."
his red eyes glinted. "an' the matter of takin' her, them kids, and boone along. makin' a new gang, or waitin' fer reno an' lonesome an' marston t'catch up."
colt expected resistance, but he felt his new position invited it even less than before now.