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

He agreed, and seemed to realize the beauty of it as he did so.  He was correct; a stranger didn't know shit about what you would or wouldn't do. Colt couldn't count the number of times he'd taken advantage of that, especially with the ladies.  He considered it allowing them to see what they wanted.  Who was he to argue?

"Nope, showed up just in time for the fun," he said with a somewhat dry tone, shaking his head. "Can't say I'm sorry for it, but was pretty shoddy timing.  You?"  He seemed established here, but Colt couldn't be sure.