Morningside Cuesta i want tomorrow to mean more than today

that way was not "here." and that was enough for colt. he ambled a little closer then stopped. 
it had been a long time since he was near a woman. the rough and tumble kind who joined gangs and left them, they weren't his type.
"the name's briggs," he told her. "i seen the kind of people what come through here. but yew. yer different."
colt gave her what he approximated to be a charming look.