Stuck in the middle of freedom and fear

knowing I can't turn the rain into sun any more

Colt requested a margarita, and Soh got to mixing one up for her as they continued to talk. It didn't take long before she was presenting the rancher with her beverage of choice, and then Soh was sliding onto a nearby barstool to sip at her own drink. As Colt continued to talk about Hak Etme as though it was actually a place worth taming, Soh wondered how much tequila she'd had before, all alone out in the rain. Surely that was all this was - a little drunken rambling about an idea that would never come to fruition.

But Colt didn't seem drunk enough for that to be the case, and she seemed to be stuck on the idea like a dog gnawing on a particularly juicy bone. Soh surveyed the rancher over the rim of her glass. "I'm sure they could help," she said of Frey and Rae, slowly turning the idea over in her mind. But she kept coming back to one question: why bother?

There was a beat of silence before Soh hesitantly said, "But... is everything okay? That's an awful lot of work when there are already hospitable regions to live in." A pause, and then she added, "You don't have to tell me - I just - I want to be sure you're okay."

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