Morningside Cuesta i want tomorrow to mean more than today

colt chuckled broadly. "yew think the worst of me!" he exclaimed with faux chagrin. was he so transparent? and was she charmed? he'd found a few women who saw his wealth of experience as a plus rather than a negative, but he doubted she was among that number.
"are yew sayin' i'm charmin', miz amalia?" his voice was half in jest and half in want, just a touch of it peeking out like a dead hand from beneath a rug thrown over a body. "i spose i did love, once or twice." the red eyes took on a melancholy air. "some things are pure enough to break yer heart."