COLT
Well life's got a lot of sticks and stones
And a blade that'll cut you to the bone
But if you're doing what you love and it kills you
Well, you can live with that all day long
And a blade that'll cut you to the bone
But if you're doing what you love and it kills you
Well, you can live with that all day long
Colt eases into a deeper line against the deck, her seat braced still on the rail, legs slanting out ahead of her. She crosses one over the other now, one toe wiggling skyward as she nods along to Mel's words. She's glad to hear the other woman agree to the sense in what she's said, grateful to have some outside perspective that aligns with her own. Admittedly, Colt has never much had to recruit people. She inherited plenty of the ranch hands on the ranch from her father. Those who left when a woman took over she had been glad to see go, and those there now either came on their own or had been offered the role by her wagonboss, Wyatt. She sticks to the rodeo posters and beside invitations, and even those have backfired plenty of times.
Colt's chin dips deeper in her chest as Mel's query echoes her own silent one she's retraced a time or two now. Her jaw works over itself, a lofty sigh all she can manage. "That's the million dollar question," she admits, leaning to the side a touch to fish out her pack of cigarettes. She withdraws the soaking wet pack with a grimace, pulling one out only to pack it back in and give up on the endeavor entirely. "Granted, I haven't heard Soh's side," Colt's frown deepens, normally the type to hear both sides out, but her anger had snapped back, bitter and absolute at such an ugly refusal. She forces her soggy pack back in her pocket, the wet denim less amenable to the return than the retrieval. "But," Colt extends, finally managing to stuff the poison back in and cross her arms. "Not sure who could've told Flora besides Soh. Or who could have riled her up so thoroughly besides," Colt sighs, tilting her head and squinting out from under her hat brim.
"Flora came up to keep me from "poaching" Mateo too, as I was talking to him at the time. Painted the picture I was trying to steal her best friend away, and that I was a fool for doing so. Told me Soh had no intention of coming, or at least that seems to be what Soh told Flora." A lot of hearing things from one woman's lips, admittedly, rather than hearing that woman say them herself. Too easy to twist things when they get passed down a few ears and mouths, in Colt's experience, but the protective show had been so deliberate it felt like a slap, and Colt reeled from the contact even still. Absently, one hand lifts to rub at her jaw. "Surprised me, how vhement Flora was about it all, and I can only assume Soh had unkind things to say and the pair aren't fit to part. I suppose I never should have offered anything to Soh. I didn't consider her ties beyond land."
Colt's chin dips deeper in her chest as Mel's query echoes her own silent one she's retraced a time or two now. Her jaw works over itself, a lofty sigh all she can manage. "That's the million dollar question," she admits, leaning to the side a touch to fish out her pack of cigarettes. She withdraws the soaking wet pack with a grimace, pulling one out only to pack it back in and give up on the endeavor entirely. "Granted, I haven't heard Soh's side," Colt's frown deepens, normally the type to hear both sides out, but her anger had snapped back, bitter and absolute at such an ugly refusal. She forces her soggy pack back in her pocket, the wet denim less amenable to the return than the retrieval. "But," Colt extends, finally managing to stuff the poison back in and cross her arms. "Not sure who could've told Flora besides Soh. Or who could have riled her up so thoroughly besides," Colt sighs, tilting her head and squinting out from under her hat brim.
"Flora came up to keep me from "poaching" Mateo too, as I was talking to him at the time. Painted the picture I was trying to steal her best friend away, and that I was a fool for doing so. Told me Soh had no intention of coming, or at least that seems to be what Soh told Flora." A lot of hearing things from one woman's lips, admittedly, rather than hearing that woman say them herself. Too easy to twist things when they get passed down a few ears and mouths, in Colt's experience, but the protective show had been so deliberate it felt like a slap, and Colt reeled from the contact even still. Absently, one hand lifts to rub at her jaw. "Surprised me, how vhement Flora was about it all, and I can only assume Soh had unkind things to say and the pair aren't fit to part. I suppose I never should have offered anything to Soh. I didn't consider her ties beyond land."
So, if you got a fire, don't lose it
If you got a do-or-die dream, do it
If you got somethin' to prove, go on and prove it
If it's in your blood, fallin' down ain't enough
Gettin' back up, that's the only backup plan you need
If you got a do-or-die dream, do it
If you got somethin' to prove, go on and prove it
If it's in your blood, fallin' down ain't enough
Gettin' back up, that's the only backup plan you need
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.
