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"headin' south." he eyed the boy, sniffed, rolled red eyes toward boone. there was no one else. iseul did not show her face, and colt was left with the distinct impression that he had wronged her in some way. he didn't owe the kids anything. 
still, colt didn't like it. he turned back to lonesome, rolling his shoulders. "yew comin'? or stayin'?" might be a better place for her and the kid, the isle, but he doubted she'd stay.