Grouse Thicket Obsess less beetle buds

Colt frowned.  He was here for what?  "She change her mind, or what?"  That didn't make any sense.  And what the hell, the bird attacked him, not the other way around?! He'd said that last time.

"What happened?" He asked then, more than a little interested now.  If they wanted him back something had changed, or something was wrong, or... hell he didn't know.  But he wasn't feeling particularly charitable towards the idea of accepting a return; he'd been told without much ceremony to "get out", so get out he had.