Mouse shook her head, water dripping from her chin. "When I was younger, I had a younger brother. He looked so much like Luna's foal, the same eyes." She took a deep breath and looked up at Pistol. "He was killed by Indians." She stated, her voice emotionless.
Charlie took out her pistol, loading it. She looked at Elizabeth "Do you have your own?" She asked, cocking her head slightly.