Starglow Basin [m] vengeance is hereby mine

give him to me.
his eyes narrowed. if there was one thing colt briggs had never been, it was property of any woman. you could call him every name under the sun till you were blue in the face, hell, you could do it till the cows come home, just don't call him no husband.
the spirit's eyes were hard. he spat in imitation of life, mouth watering at the very thought of birch juice once more. "yew wouldn't be mine no time afore, red," colt drawled, ragged hackles wavering in an unseen breeze. "what yew want with a dead man now?"
some part of colt was thrilled, thrilled to know he was not bound here. tied here. 
in the back of his ghostly skull, a bear-growl vibrated so loudly he grunted in pain, sideways glaring at redbird, sideways watching to see what sort of power she would manifest yet. had she gotten into witchin while he was dead?