Dawnlark Plains tick tock

maybe a @Reno ...?

He left @Sadey alone.

In fact, he left most everybody alone after his scolding from The Big Man. He had no interest in catching another set of yellow teeth to his face — or his scruff, ears, so on...

Still he made himself useful. When the night sky darkened, he stayed among the fringes of their camp. Tiredly watching out over the plains. Always watchful of the rise in the distance.

Yet when he thought he heard something move close to him, he sprang into immediate defense. Posed once more like he had been when they coyote hunted. Prepared to strike if it was not one of their own.

Settle down, Marston… yer jumpin’ like a varmint.

Reno slowed his approach to the other figure. Quiet as a stone, but Marston had done a good job with putting himself to work. He’d followed Colt closely, keeping after the things that the gang’s leader asked him to do.

C’mon, let’s see if we can get us some food.

They’d need to scrounge up a few catches if they were to feed their members and try to give Sadey something to fill her belly. It felt like it had been months since he had eaten his fill. Winter was brutal but trekking it out there on their own after they had been attacked was madness.

The dusty cowboy nodded for Marston to follow.