Emberwood gunslung

colt rolled his frayed shoulders. "right. well, yew gotta answer to somethin', if yer." he stopped there and frowned. "if yer gonna come along."
swift hunter, silent kid, smelled of nowhere and no place. 
"guess yer name is gonna be marston. yew like that, marston?" colt snickered. it was a good name, a strong name, falling into the boy's ears like an oversized hat.
"yew'll grow into it. now let's git," he spurred with his voice, and motioned to the remains. "get rid of em or bring em. don't leave nothin' of yer meal where yew been. first lesson."