Emberwood you shot me pretty good

"hell now, sadey, ain't no call fer that. he's a good'un." colt jerked his muzzle toward the kid. "an' yew, settle down. these our kin."
he ran his tongue along the ridges of his teeth.
"been callin' 'im marston. ain't that a good name, sadey?" the crimson eyes lit with mirth.