Twisted Slough hiding behind a pack of lies

"hunting fer yer kid is the job of a husband. if u don't got one, ain't my problem," colt sneered nastily. he was thinking of sadey now, and lonesome, jealous of the very idea that someone had touched one of them. 
she spoke vaguely. briggs rolled his eyes but did not depart just yet. "i want what i can touch. taste." tongue to the battered lips once more as a lower tone flickered in his voice. "don't stick aroun', spitfire. but i kin hunt somethin' quicker'n yew. so that makes what i give more a guarantee."
she was alluding to something. colt wasn't patient enough to explore that with her. "yew might see what this claim has t'offer, seein' as how yew have a little'un t'look after. harsh world fer bein' alone in."
he did draw away now, though the offer to accompany him had not been withdrawn.