Alpine Lake Hanging memories on the high line poles

Colt, even dozing, heard the man approach.  He hadn't survived bouncing about this long for nothing; sleeping soundly wasn't really a thing he did anymore.  But he didn't open his eyes until the other made a sound, as if wishing to get acquainted or needing something.  Then he cracked one and turned it to him questioningly.

"Got a problem or just feeling friendly?" He asked, his voice amicable despite the interruption and the somewhat frank words.  He didn't bother getting up just yet.