Mudminnow River you're not better than me, damn you

after splitting ways with miz amalia, colt ranged a bit. he caught himself a fat woodpigeon and hunkered down to eat. he slept as long as he liked and woke with a grunt and a stretch when the sun was approaching afternoon.
colt was curious to know who else might be around. and he was still looking for reno, despite jaime's mocking.
he began to sing a loud and lewd song as he walked, one about a barmaid and a man with a piece of carved ivory.