Otatso Wetlands Mustangs

That damned lunatic, Reno almost hissed out loud. The glimmer of ruby red eyes drew his attention toward the man’s shape. The dusty wolf lifted his head and squinted. His tongue licked at his whiskers before he sludged over to Colt and shifted his paws out of the muck of the earth.

The other man made a remark that it was just where they landed. Reno found it hard to believe that this place was meant for anyone other than Briggs. It seemed just up his alley.

Place is absolute shit, but scenery can change, the cowboy grunted. What happened to ya? What’d ya do to get yer hide tanned? More importantly, was the rest of the gang with him?