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

The doctor slid to a pause beside the water, fever bright eyes flicking over the man in front of her before focusing on his eyes. She huffed a snort.

You, you settled down? Hold on, checking the western horizons for flying pigs.

Then, of course, Colt’s ruby red gaze found the boy. Lonesome’s response to her boss looking at her son?

A grunt.

Truly, mother of the year.

You could say that. I found em, he didn’t have anyone around. And he’s halfway decent at carrying shit, figured I might as well have another set of hands for whatever fuckery occurs next. She licked her nose.

His name’s Earp, you can just ignore him.

He belonged to the small gods. Not her.