Sunset Valley i make the money, not wash the clothes.

colt's mouth twisted. he wanted to find a reason to punish her, to say she had done wrong. he remembered the first time indra'd ever looked at him.
he remembered the fear.
colt knew he could have it again. it only took a movement. a word. a second in time, just a split one for her to really understand she should never fuck with him.
her eyes saw none of this. he relented with a long bullish snort and a toss of his head.
"ain't found shit since that un," colt grunted, settling onto his laurels and jerking his muzzle toward her rabbit. "guess yer gonna have to take second shift."
his crimson eyes were filled with something. "need t'start keepin' up with yer end of the huntin'. cuz i can hunt fer us both, shore. but then yer gonna have other ways to earn keep."