Two Rivers Isle you're a man of profoundly limited intelligence

He shouldn't be here.
He should have minded his own business, fucked right off when he fully had the chance to. And yet, he finds himself curious.
The strained holler from the treeline draws the mountaineer closer. Colt. He was abandoning these lands so quickly? Really?
His lips part in a chuff. He keeps his distance, for now — watching as the rangy figure of the westerner comes into view, two others he'd never seen before coming up behind him. A child, and then a lady who looked just about two inches from death's door. Boone winces.
Maybe he'll wait here, just for a bit. See what that other li'l boy decides to do. He wasn't about to abandon him now.