Seaside Moors a weak and repellent man at his worst

quite possibly, colt wanted to know. his scarlet eyes frequented the eastern horizon, but he knew only that he had escaped death from that place, over the spine of two ranges. not again. he grunted, thinking of those who had been lost or never returned.
and then his attention was seized by a newcomer, a pretty woman outlined in shades of shadow and milk. against the sky her figure was upthrust and confident. colt grinned and approached, his own sharp hips rakish in the warm morning. "hello to yew too."