Meadowlark Prairie countess

maggie tittered raucously. "mink! it's one o' them titles a girl moight give 'erself if she was puttin' on airs!"
none of that in polecat then, or none that had evinced itself yet. as with all good and better things in maggie's life, she was at once suspicious.
"oi'm feeling a bit peckish. shall we find somefin fit for consumption, polecat?" the beauty grinned, glancing down their path toward the massive redstone monolith rising above the flatlands.