Two Rivers Isle and you wonder why we're fallin apart

Fucking hells, all goddamn nine of them, she was pissed right off.

With @Earp at her heel, Lonesome Dove came rattling through the forest like a woman on a mission to fuckin kill somebody. The rattlesnake’s rattle was its warning, and the rattle of voices in her skull was hers. Her nose flared wide, her head lowered like a battering ram, the doctor had found them.

She blasted out of nature like a bat out of hell, ignoring the boy behind her to gun for the man in the water.

When I fucking said wait for me, Briggs, that didn’t fuckin mean run off without me! Far from the whale eyed creature she had been, Lonesome Dove was focused, driven, storming forward like a woman towards the lover she found in another’s bed.

But worse, because she was about ready to take the Hippocratic oath and beat Colt with it.