Lost Creek Hollow when you fall, there'll be a party [m]

Well color her surprised. Colt had brought her some mint. Though, she still found him god awful, at least this rose him a little in her eyes. Not mightily mind you, just a tch, but it was enough. 

Tastes better than that shit you're always chewing on. Doesn't make your teeth brown neither. Not that her teeth were all the best, they were carnivores after all, but she did enjoy reeds in her mouth, and mint like now. She chewed at it slowly, eyes slowly closing at the burning, minty taste.

Well, we'll start scoping out tomorrow, and hunt for the others. Who you've seen besides me? 

She wondered at it. Had he seen Augustin and just her, like she had or had he seen more of their ole crew than she had. She hoped so, because thoughts of just Colt Briggs to keep her company was a right sad occasion.

She wrinkled her nose. Oh i know. Might do you some good to have the rejection of the genteel. Learn some class.

She sniffed in derision. Though some of the tarts you hang out with. Well, there's no courting them anyway. And most you want their head in a bush while you going to town. Really. Truly. Poor Taste.

Oh my goodness she's so mean.