Redhawk Caldera Hand in my hand and we promised to never let go

A couple of years ago, Colt would likely have called the man crazy and scoffed at his obvious break from reality.  But that was before he knew what loss felt like, and after you felt something like that firsthand, it was hard to mock others.  For once, he didn't even need to bite his tongue; no teasing came.

He had seen this man and his friend from a distance, the other rather lovely, and now with a sinking feeling wondered what had happened to her.  "Got a few myself, though none so bad.  Glad you made it back.  Name's Colt."  He smiled, though it was a bit strained.  "Haven't had the pleasure yet."

He didn't feel right saying nothing, but something stopped him from coming right out and shattering Sebastian's fantasy.  So instead he settled on an odd road; "Why don't we let her rest and you tell me more about her? Haven't had the pleasure there either."