Emberwood Oats

colt growled low but reno was right and he conceded it. still, he hated the idea of little redbird being out on her own, lost to the wind and the snow. she should be with him, she should —
suppose the dark bastard had kilt her after all?
reno's maliciousness brought him back to present. the rogue's weathered face split with a horrid grin. "reckon we can. would be pretty easy. attack in the snow." height of winter, january.