Bitterroot Valley [m] there's nothin better than shootin a fella

There was an irate woman who spouted all kinds of things at Colt, and Indra eyed her with the same skepticism she'd met the man with on their introduction. The racket of her voice kept climbing, and Indra looked to Colt for some clarity on how to respond.

There was a man also, but he was much more quiet. Colt knew them both; Indra needed only to recall the names that had been shared with her: the woman was Sadey, the man was Reno.

He calls me Redbird, she drawled to them both, once prompted by Colt. Stiffly moving between each of them, seeking scents, the girl soon retreated to stand nearer Colt.