Morningside Cuesta i want tomorrow to mean more than today

oh, was she onto him then? colt wanted to snap that there weren't a man around who could hold a candle to the things he'd seen and done, but that really would go and muck it all up.
the tree copse loomed closer, but now colt wasn't sure at all that the effort he'd put in would pay off. he was a little annoyed and turned his ragged face away with a chuckle, but when he looked back at the woman, he was collected once more.
"aye. love. a fickle thing, ain't it, miz amalia?" colt grinned. "now, you said there were packs in the area? won't you tell me a little about em? mayhap one might have use of a scrapper like me." it was a lie but colt enjoyed creating his own realities.