Redhawk Caldera Every road they let you down felt so wrong

The others had arrived and, apparently, for the moment, were hunkered down here.  Colt hadn't been there long enough to hold much opinion on this subject, though he wondered at it.  What sort of pack did this Blackfeather have to be to piss off not one, but two different other groups? He was almost impressed, in an unapproving way, of course.  He was a dick sometimes but he definitely didn't gel with torture.

He had just finished answering nature's call when he spotted one of the new fellows seated in the snow.  Colt didn't mind winter, honestly, the cold weather somewhat agreeing with him.  Better this than miserable heat.

"Beautiful day, isn't it?" He called out, coming a bit closer but not approaching fully yet.  He wasn't sure if the fellow wanted company, and if not, he'd continue merrily on his way.