Lost Creek Hollow when you fall, there'll be a party [m]

by now colt's gut had stewed long enough. he rolled off the mossy plinth and approached sadey with his usual swaggering step. but his eyes were hard now, and the good humour gone out of them. "i'd watch yer mouth. yer not no lady. i'd as surely throw yew down in the muck as look atcha."
he didn't like to be reminded of reno. and he surely did not care for sadey picking up the teasing where jaime had put it down.
he pushed past her and moved back into the sunlight just outside the grove. "got some leads on potential jobs. not that i'm sharin' em," he teased, back to their earlier banter.