Phoenix Maplewood Cattle

colt shrugged. "found 'em all over. there's about five, six places to set up camp in the surrounding territories alone." he scratched behind his other ear, lapped his jaws. "an' the answer to that depends on how organized yew wanna be here, reno. gimme a reason to stick around."
reno wasn't the fondest of him, nor was sadey. but colt knew he was a cold trapper, hunter, stalker, fighter, and killer. he had things to contribute to their gang that was undeniable, and his ability to come and go as he pleased was a major selling point if the others got tired of him.
his red eyes watched the other cowboy.