Two Rivers Isle my guns

"reckon i figured not, yew bein' from a lil holler an' all. such folks as th'gang's dealt with ain't mess around too much in them parts." but good fruit gone off to better? he could appreciate a right swig or four, and grinned with what passed like friendliness for briggs.
liquid eyes. colt fell back into the brush and licked his jaws. "git around there, we'll bring it down."
wasn't a sure thing, but what was?