Rosewater Oasis i'm just a realist, friend

water gulped into a belly just beginning to stir with hunger, colt side-eyed the coyote in the water. he'd killed his share of them, of course, anyone had. but he'd known more than a few to run with the gang, even half-yotes. they were often the slickest killers and fiercest rogues.
among the others, briggs might have run this one off. but his feral cunning did not come from ignorance. the desert belonged to coyotes. he cleared his throat. "this here's yer patch then, friend?"
some talked. others didn't. briggs waited to see what was what.