Qeya River things change, rearrange, or so do i

"awright then, gun." it suited her, suited the glinting metal around her throat and the way her teeth stood exposed in a way that was unnatural. whatever had fucked her up, colt had no doubt she had given it right back.
with no other thing to say, he set off in his usual swagger, headed for the ledge of land he had last left indra — he would gather her first and then the others, gun in tow.