Qeya River we got money ... we got dreams

he'd hung around since getting back, returning each night good as his word. it was odd and he hated it, but colt briggs felt if he played his cards right, he might be able to get more out of it.
this evening was no exception. the pack was tiny: miz amalia, some man he didn't care about, couple kids, and the scarlet lady herself. he enjoyed thinking of her that way. it was why he'd preened his scraggly fur and straightened his chest and come down the river to find @Sakhmet, bringing a pair of cardinal feathers.
there weren't no man of the house around. you could bet your bottom dollar he'd noticed that straightaway.