Bitterroot Valley Exit, Pursued by a Bruised Ego

Heart of the band. He liked the sound of that. Felt like a title deserving of a lady. A title deserving a great respect. Sunwife. Barrett nodded his head, continuing to pull along the elk as he listened to band-chiefs' words.
Equal, huh? He nodded. Good, approval coursed through him. Clear as the rising sun. You'll earn a good lady, Barrett pointed out. As a good man yerself, it won't be a challenge for you, I don't reckon, perhaps too much of a compliment. So, he chuckled, and followed with: Don't get a big head, though.
And now, Barrett was content to walk in silence for the rest of the trip back to the valley, if that was what Sega so wished for. Tail swayed behind.

you're free to fade with your next if you like! or we can keep going if sega has more to say, entirely up to you :]