Morningside Cuesta i want tomorrow to mean more than today

colt smirked. "well, for starters yer a sight prettier than any of em." he looked at the ground and shuffled his paws a bit. women tended to enjoy the self-deprecating boys.
with broken-hearted ladies and a string of bastards back to the rio grande, colt was far from a boy. but she didn't need to know all that.
"amalia. a pleasure." she called him mister. colt liked that. a man could get used to being addressed in such a way. "i jes mean, the folks around can be a bit selfish is all." he used his peripherals to check that they were still alone, blinking red eyes at her. "say, were yew out for a jaunt? fancy a bit o'company while i get the lay of the land?"