Bitterroot Valley [m] there's nothin better than shootin a fella

The woman railed against her for no apparent reason except to hear herself, and to fill the air with noise. Half of which Indra did take offense to - but she looked to Colt to approximate a response, only to recognize with a nervous, hot-cheeked glare that Sadey was at least partly right. Indra didn't think too much for herself. She was learning quickly from Colt, just not quick enough for the woman apparently.

Colt came to her defense sharply enough. Indra wanted to say something more but couldn't think fast enough, and her warden's eye was turned upon her for a moment. She remained silent.
If they carried on walking now, Indra would glare a moment at Sadey and then turn her attention away. Colt had shot her down, that was enough.