Phoenix Maplewood Cattle

colt was stung at once by reno's greeting. he covered it with a lecherous snicker and a spitting of brown birch juice into the grass. "well, yew know. rattlesnakes ain't take lightly to eatin' baked leather." he faced into the water. pretty place. fine woodland.
"i found jaime, sadey — she found augustin — an' a cute lil runner name o' miz may 'round these parts. knew it was only a matter o'time afore yew an' i crossed ways."
colt's eyes hardened. he sidled closer. "word is someone is followin' you, reno. might be more'n one." he stared across the classic planes of the other's face and was dismayed to find reno still commanded the same sort of reaction.
not a snowball's chance in hell.
"what did yew do?"