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

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to her credit, gun listened. she was visibly upset, surprised even, and colt was sure she'd need another reminder. but for now, he breathed in a sigh of her appealing go-behind air and rolled his shoulders.
when this was all over, briggs intended to wrassle her again, already warming through by the memories of their romp. in this moment there was victory, sweet: to have his place as leadership unquestionable even in her weakness.
colt followed a moment later, and for the remainder of the week, gun would find herself shadowed, guarded, even if briggs wasn't overt about it.