Storm Watch Butte gunslinger I

the roar of the lashing sand parted just enough for colt to hear another voice, one burning in a thrum hot enough to singe through the harsh clouds of falling grains. 
another man was out there, another man with the same vehemence mounted to the heavens. colt braved a look around from the ledge and downward, searching for any spot of fur or figure.
"might as well come up if yer down below!" he hollered, readjusting his grip to the stone as the storm flared once more, lashing at briggs; he shut his crimson eyes just in time.