Rosewater Oasis i'm just a realist, friend

colt knew a snake when he saw one. well-traveled, thousand-yard squint effect. the coyote at the edge of the pool could be a bounty hunter for all colt knew. 
he saw also the rambling, long build that was his own; he saw the emptiness of the oasis and tried to pretend he could analyze that tone.
"so go get em," briggs volunteered in a grunt, slumping down onto weary haunches. he cracked a couple of fleas with his molarteeth and then glanced toward the coyote. "yew gotta make this place somethin' they want. somethin' they need." that was one way, he supposed.