Emberwood Oats

The cowboy shrugged. He would not insist on it. Pride would not strengthen Colt’s body. It would not return the muscle he had lost in his recovery. Reno had no business telling the other man what to do. He would find his strength again, one way or another. That, or he’d bite the dust and rid them all of his trouble. 

The shift in demeanour shocked the dusty figure. Reno glanced to Colt, blinking in surprise. The damn cur had gotten attached. 

I’ll be damned. Yer soft. He smirked, but it was clear that he wouldn’t rib the other man for it - not genuinely. No, I think she’s in deep shit. And we got no business startin’ trouble with that lot. But we ain’t gonna let ‘em get away with it.