Morningside Cuesta that's all there is, living and dying

colt briggs by all accounts was a malicious and unpredictable bastard. he'd run with several crews, the first of which had simply been him, an older man, and another boy about his age. he'd been young, so he could be forgiven for thinking of them vaguely as pa and brother.
second had been the redteeth gang, third had been the greenwood boys, and then he'd lost count of the names.
but the last had been blackwatch, and my god had that gone fuckin' south.
colt shifted the bolus of birchbark from inside one cheek to the other. he enjoyed chewing on it; the taste kept the bugs away, he claimed, all the while yellowing his teeth.
there was a scent on the wind and the shaggy man stopped. "well i'll be damned. is that fuckin' @Reno?" crimson eyes surveyed the flat bowl of land in all directions.