Two Rivers Isle my guns

!!!!! <3

It is Colt, the red-eyed cowboy, who comes to him today. Boone had been peacefully keeping watch of the space between the trees on the bank when he'd heard the call.
He supposed that, perhaps, Colt was of some form of authority here. He doesn't argue, tongue rolling out of his mouth in a yawn as he drawls out a sure before padding after him.
Although, something in his mind took this for a set-up. He hadn't exactly thought Colt looked at him very fondly, and Boone was no stupid hillbilly. You sure they were deer and not a group a' bears goin' on a salmon run? He snarks, voice gruff and groggy with the lull of afternoon. A joke, although like everything else, there was a hint of genuine wariness laced in it.