Phoenix Maplewood Cattle

today he'd been scoping out miz amalia's pack. her track was clear enough around for colt to make the assumption this was her place. pretty enough, he decided. though the gang wasn't in enough members to take it just yet. still, could be a place to rob.
knowing the other woman, the quiet one, was in the vicinity, satisfied colt. he was free to travel around as he pleased.
by sheer blind luck he found the immediately-familiar bastard sunning himself and staring off into the distance. colt was so fixed he completely overlooked the otters. 
"where yew kept yer ugly ass mug tucked, huh?" the rogue shouted good-naturedly, cantering closer.