Two Rivers Isle i aint never seen so many long faces

"shore i have. snake's good eatin' when yew ain't got nothin' else. not to say yew don't, ma'am," colt hastened, not wanting to offend iseul with a clumsy insinuation that her food was unfit for consumption unless one was living rough.
colt scratched thoughtfully under his dirty chin. "seen an ol' buddy o'mine get ate up real bad, few years back, in th'swamps. we was runnin' — huntin'," he amended, too late. too late.
just remained to be seen whether or not iseul would call it out.
his scarlet eyes flicked over the snake. 
"anyhow, he died a real horrible death. jes' been plumb sour on snakes since then, i guess."
colt grinned, brash and bold with yellowed, hard teeth. "guess we have that in common, miz iseul."
the man snorted, straightened. "why don't yew, ah, let me help with that, ma'am. need t'earn my keep."