Heron Lake Plateau To waste away the waking hours

Seems he would always run into her by the lake, and this time, he'd been hoping not to.  He still hadn't decided what the hell he was gonna do with all this, and yet fate (I wanted a new thread) shoved his nose in the starting gate.  He couldn't very well avoid her though, could he? Else she'd just make the choice for him.

It was tempting.  But Colt never had been shy before about picking his own hand, and he wasn't going roll over now.

If he had known she was distracted, he might have slipped away.  But by the time he got close enough to realize, she likely would know he was there.

"Every time you leave, you come back with a new scar.  Collecting?"  He asked, teasing lightly.  It was quite the hit, some sorta cat?  When had she tangled with one of them, and thank fuck she'd come out in one piece.