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

that was all it took. colt briggs moved closer to extend a nose to her nape, just for a moment. "what kinda jobs yew after?" he asked in a throaty voice. 
he wanted to stow the talk for now, delay it for a while. then when he had her good and sated, he would decide what they did. and it had nothing to do with his looks, only his demeanour.
colt snickered and pressed ahead.