Swiftcurrent Creek cowpoke

in reno's wake, sadey had become a second of sorts to colt. red was his self-named pet. but she didn't have the survival skills baked into any of the gang: not yet. she would.
colt felt watchers; he glanced around with a low growl. till gun and red came along, they would stay. "well well," he chuckled with a spurious lash of his tail. "aint that so, sadey? yew know i'm always up for a little wrasslin'." 
he winked at her but his face was guarded. colt was rather itching for a fight; the gang had been calm a while. but she was right. winter was hard enough without being cut up. "let's scout."