Storm Watch Butte gunslinger I

been a long damn time since he'd been this far south. his cut-out had been straightaway. colt was tired of waiting and for looking out all the fuckin' time. if they wanted to find him, they'd locate his piss splashed every few miles between the hinterlands and the edge of the flatter terrain.
for now, briggs was a free agent. and it had been a long time since he'd been that either. reverting immediately to scavenging and rat-eating, he fled when sand stung his eyes and found himself clambering into the ledges of a butte.
"weeHEW"! colt whooped, lifting a paw against the whirling sand that seemed to fill gaze, mouth, fur, teeth, and anything else exposed. he clung to the side of the stone as the dry storm raged in a path passing his foothold.