Morningside Cuesta i want tomorrow to mean more than today

mister once more. he drew himself up a bit, the ragged ends of his unkempt pelt bristling in the light. "aye. traveled a fair piece yew could say. course, if faces like yers are at the end of a long an' dusty road, then i reckon i ain't got a single complaint."
she was a bit beautiful for his ramshackle appearance but colt had cultivated how best to fake the chosen archetype.
he was a chameleon. "what about yew, miz amalia? yew lived in this valley for a while?"