Two Rivers Isle fan mail from 27 million

The cogs had started to turn in his brain the longer he looked at the wrinklewoman, the more he understood her scent. The way she batted her eyes at him. 
He felt a little bit like a zoo animal, if he were honest.
Well! he's quick to casually ignore the second comment about his size today, offering each a bow of his head out of courtesy. Pleasure's mine, then, Gun. 
Shuffling and shifting, he eases into a seated position against an old spruce, head tipped back. Colt carried a similar enough accent to his own, though it brought to mind sagebrush and wildfire more than it did a creek nestled between the hills. It may as well have been completely foreign. Nevertheless, the mountaineer is happy to oblige in the question. L'il holler southeast a' here, he waves a paw around, pointing in the direction he came from, as if he were visualizing a map. Ever heard a' Mount Chesney? I lived right at the base of it. Was home, but I needed somethin' different, for a while. So, here I am.  
But that was enough about him. Now, he leans forward, leering at the oddballs with a curious glint to hickory eyes. How 'bout y'all? You know each other from someplace else?