COLT
Got a head full of noise
About a hundred different things I'm tryna avoid
I got a mind in the gutter
Got trouble on one hand, a beer in the other
About a hundred different things I'm tryna avoid
I got a mind in the gutter
Got trouble on one hand, a beer in the other
"Oh I put up with plenty of bullshit," she laughs, bright and brilliant at his remark, funnier than he might realize with the drawl of his words. "Just not from anyone without four legs and horns." Her amusement bites back into a wide smile, the glitter in her eyes clear that she appreciates the praise, however crooked it'd been, and little as she'd ever say as much.
She doesn't interrupt as he goes through the motions, feigns indifference even, nails scratching at a curious nose that hangs over the stall. Both of them are judging him though—the horse in her hands over his lack of treats, and herself about his knowledge. She'd not leave him without correction if he needed it, because while entertained by a good show of someone trying to stick a bronc, she didn't want him or the horse ending up hurt, a surefire end with poorly laid tack. He passes though, and she doesn't push him to be quicker about it. He knows it, she can tell, and the speed would come with easing back into it all.
He settles in without perfection on Spud's back, but it's the willingness that matters. The rest can fall back into place with muscle and memory, so she just offers him a patient look, curiosity sparking at the edges for this man. "Don't do too good of a job or I'll be asking you to come back," she teases as she walks towards the arena where the cattle are lowing and dogs are barking. Talk and whistles rise like a murmur, and all of it folds into a tide of work that washes over the shore of this ranch, alive like any other force in the world is.
"WYATT!" she calls out after opening a panel from the rest to let Damien and Spud through. "Greenhorn on deck, make sure him and his horse come back in one piece." Her wagonboss tips his hand off his hat in greeting, motioning Damien to join his side, reining his horse around to better watch the new rider. He'll take him under his wing and into the work, and Colt says softly after him, "have fun." She resets the panel and stalks through the snowy mash back towards plans and priorities of the day's flow, richer in more ways than one.
[FIN]
She doesn't interrupt as he goes through the motions, feigns indifference even, nails scratching at a curious nose that hangs over the stall. Both of them are judging him though—the horse in her hands over his lack of treats, and herself about his knowledge. She'd not leave him without correction if he needed it, because while entertained by a good show of someone trying to stick a bronc, she didn't want him or the horse ending up hurt, a surefire end with poorly laid tack. He passes though, and she doesn't push him to be quicker about it. He knows it, she can tell, and the speed would come with easing back into it all.
He settles in without perfection on Spud's back, but it's the willingness that matters. The rest can fall back into place with muscle and memory, so she just offers him a patient look, curiosity sparking at the edges for this man. "Don't do too good of a job or I'll be asking you to come back," she teases as she walks towards the arena where the cattle are lowing and dogs are barking. Talk and whistles rise like a murmur, and all of it folds into a tide of work that washes over the shore of this ranch, alive like any other force in the world is.
"WYATT!" she calls out after opening a panel from the rest to let Damien and Spud through. "Greenhorn on deck, make sure him and his horse come back in one piece." Her wagonboss tips his hand off his hat in greeting, motioning Damien to join his side, reining his horse around to better watch the new rider. He'll take him under his wing and into the work, and Colt says softly after him, "have fun." She resets the panel and stalks through the snowy mash back towards plans and priorities of the day's flow, richer in more ways than one.
[FIN]
Got the wind in my hair
I got nowhere to go so I'm already there
Can't say I would and I can't say I wouldn't
If I don't come back, don't come lookin'
I got nowhere to go so I'm already there
Can't say I would and I can't say I wouldn't
If I don't come back, don't come lookin'
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
