Qeya River we got money ... we got dreams

her words were not lost but they blurred beneath the closeness of sakhmet. colt touched her reverently, ready to jerk away if she turned serpentine upon him. the fact that he didn't know if she would titillated briggs — almost as much as the idea that he was taking her from another man.
but that was why he'd leave in spring, before she got the notion he was father material. colt was good for one thing. maybe two. 
"i'll stay, beauty." his dangerous gaze searched her own. "tell me more about sivullik." she spoke in poetry and colt was too rough to appreciate it.
"but first — first let me show you yer not wrong to make this choice." he was always bartering.