Firestone Hot Springs they'll be killed

sadey spoke and colt floated on the wiregrass langour of her voice. "we won't be takin' more chances 'less we need," he decided in a low growl.
he'd learned his lesson.
"maybe i gone soft." he spat his birchjuice into the warm ground. "but i been thinkin', maybe we find a real nice spot, once all of us are together, yew know. settle right proper."