Swiftcurrent Creek cowpoke

:o

the thing about a cowboy was that they were loyal to abstract concepts.
the big brute was snapping forward, but it was hotfoot who caught red.
colt stiffened. he wasn't about to be seized by the big fucker but a raise of his tail signalled a willingness to speak. and now the crimson eyes watched how the man held red, how he set his teeth toward her vitals. 
he listened to sadey's breathing.
colt briggs was not about to admit he had been bested. that was his compadre on the ground and his pet locked in those arms. 
he seethed, as much for the fact that he'd been checkmated as for the way that hotfoot held her with a possessiveness that positively sickened colt. he widened his stance, tongue lolling with the giant's blood as crimson oozed from his own face.
the scarlet gaze became a hard welter.
"now there's somethin' real bad back the way we came. yew kill her, i'll make sure it comes here."
something hideous and dark and calloused suffused colt's features. "but yew won't."
and that was briggs' gambit; to look at the object of his horrendous obsession and take the chance that the man holding her wanted that same sort of control. and to know that you didn't break things you wanted.
he didn't care that redbird might hate him. she needed to understand now that you took stands like this. 
were it him in that same position, he'd want her to do the same.
colt waited, though if the giant moved he would lunge and start this shit all over again.