Two Eyes Cenote it ain't a man's game

"jes a plumb mess."
colt's voice was barely audible, more moving his lips than anything at all. he was shimmering, but he turned around and trudged closer; he stooped and tried to wipe a tear from that crimson face.
his gaze tightened.
"i'll always love yew, i reckon."
his throat was hoarse; his chest felt tight; the red eyes glittered, and then colt briggs was gone, a breath of whirling sand that blazed in khamsin heat and then disappeared.