Sunset Valley i make the money, not wash the clothes.

that darkly insistent part of colt's mind reminded him that he could. but it had never been part of his operation. he wasn't about to start now; he had scruples after a fashion.
he and indra had both brung in hunting. that made them equals at the proverbial fire.
"yew jump when i say jump, girl. don't forget it or else i might see fit tradin' yew to the first bloke who lends a hand to a big hunt."
he left off her and stepped aside with a swagger. indra would do well to remind herself that she was not in charge. she could run. she could leave by herself. but each of them knew she was unprepared to be alone.
colt set off, humming part of an old roaming tune.