Morningside Cuesta i want tomorrow to mean more than today

aha, they understood one another. colt felt more secure in his pursuit of her. there was nothing else to do but sink his energies into getting what he wanted. he wondered if the polite miz amalia was daring under her glossy raven coat.
"oh, now. i don't know who yew've crossed me with, ma'am, but i have never talked to a woman in my life." his lips twitched; it was a joke. being good with humor often meant you'd be good with the fairer sex.
amalia told him a bit about the land, which he appreciated. "rich place, aint it?" almost fetching save for the bit about multiple packs and borders.
there was a stand of pine trees not far off. colt surreptitiously ambled in a slow aim for that spot.