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

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colt spat a stream of brown juice onto the ground. he didn't appreciate the teasing, and it showed in a hard flash of his red eyes. "yew better keep ur pretty yap shut, jaime," colt growled, pulling away.
he relented next, squatting down on tattered haunches. jaime unfortunately was an eye-catching reminder that his own tastes ran all over, something he sought to right through extensive womanizing.
"so. where is the bastard? word is y'all fools got caught up in summat too much fer ya." colt snorted. "glad i was off on another job."
he scowled at jaime. "yew unnerstand he's bein' followed?"