Heron Lake Plateau i can see a shitfaced brother that i covered for what must've been the last ten years

Colt wasn't a commander, but that didn't stop him attending the call.  He frowned when he caught sight of the bedraggled group, but stepped confidently forward still.  What did this rubbish want, a meal ticket?  

"If you're lookin for handouts, keep walking." He said, regarding Caiaphas and co with a smirk.  He was slightly intrigued with what ill wind had blown them here... they looked like shit.  But they had a lot of resource sucks right now; charity wasn't foremost in his priorities (was it ever?)