Phoenix Maplewood Cattle

Reno deadpanned in expression, unhappy with the insinuation on Colt’s tongue. That was his way, Reno knew well enough. It didn’t make it any easier to deal with the man. If he weren’t so damn good at what he did-

Yeah, yeah, I’ll find ya.

The cowboy heaved a sigh and turned from Colt. He’d hunt the grounds in the area and then set himself on a course. He knew that winter was months away, but that it would take time and effort before the gang was back together. As he trotted away from the meeting grounds, Reno wondered how many of the others had made it out alive of their last scrape.