Swiftcurrent Creek cowpoke

goddamn, colt was proud of red, and burning with that long-denied desire for sadey as they scrapped and bled solely for the disrespectful reply that hotfoot had given him. it solidified briggs as the head of their gang.
and lucky for them two, he knew where to get medicine as well. 
colt focused on his opponent; the massive paw slashed across one of his wrists with blunt dirty nails. the man grunted and slid back before the rest of his limbs could be compromised. ring-eye was gonna wear colt's mark too, he saw with a grin.
colt was bleeding, and more than he had expected. he shook blood from his fur in defiance, but the pain was pounding through his skull with a deep and distracting ache.
he cut to the side like a herding dog, wanting to see how the giant spun when colt snapped for a mouthful of flank.