Grouse Thicket so i a[m] i point one back at them but not the index or the pinkie

red no longer seemed to care for colt as she had, and this plagued his mind as he hunted around the territory, hoping to settle iseul among the remnants of his gang.
today drew him into the open, body responding even as man's mind did not; and then that too focused with the cocking sound of a shotgun.
he wondered if the woman from the copse had turned up with brats; he decided he did not want that for her, but the scent belonged to gun he found.
the scarlet eyes scanned her powerful frame. they'd had a good time, he and she, but colt was shrewd. he'd denied sadey the ability to bring pups into the gang, be damned if he fell pa to a litter the second go round. 
weren't no place for baby bastards, that's why colt threw them far when the urge took him. a tongue bathed his jaws, and he arched a brow but said nothing.