Phoenix Maplewood Cattle

yew, big dumb bastard! colt wanted to say, but he let the words twitch unsaid into his languid jawline. "i want t'settle down for a bit. not forever. i know we gotta roam. but winter's comin', reno. an' unless yew wanna brave them mountains again, i suggest we figure out where we are gonna hunker down."
there. it was out. colt briggs had never wanted such a thing before. he felt the weakness of it break over him. "i been gettin' in good with the locals. i reckon we can do some jobs, some huntin', in exchange fer whatever else we need."