Falls of the Hinterlands I could fight this 'til the end but maybe I don't wanna win

"ain't that the blame truth," colt swore. he used these last minutes to drag the corpse in silence, down, down, until the land truly flattened and the rocky spread of ground gave way to gently waving grasses. a place to settle.
"yew know, i'm settled up in th'hinterlands fer now." honesty, rasping in his throat. "but it ain't home. i'm made to roam, not settle fer too long. th'gang takes what it wants. hard hit, then run. ain't no pack life, but i don't aim t'stay beholden to no one, not ferever."
the offer of a place, colt having given his measure in admiration of her own.