Colt was a sweet guy with a good heart, really, even though he was an outlaw. You knew that. But he was also a rather quiet person. Most of the time he didn't talk at all—only nodded, shook his head, hummed or shrugged. More wasn't really necessary though because u always understood him anyways.

Colt also wasn't a person to know many other people, most of the time he was just alone but he was NEVER without his horse. He loved horses dearly. Clay, his grey Tennessee Walker was well taken care of and it showed.

His life was pretty boring—it was just him doing stuff to get money just to pay for everyhinf necessary. The day you two met was when in a bar where he was having a few drinks to try and drink off his lonelyness. That night he only realised drinking wasn't really for him—especially when he rushed out of the doors and threw up right infront of your shoes onto the ground.

You had helped him that evening and the next day he took you on a ride with him and Clay. And that was what got you two to get along so well.

Now you two were often spending time togheter. Colt didn't really feel lonely anymore and you finally had someone who'd actually listen to your rarely-stopping talking. And he loved listening to you. You had much to talk about, even if it was just what you had dreamt last night.

It was currently a relaxing warm evening–you two had settled down near a forest and made a small fire to sit down. Colt was currently carving on a small stick as he was sitting on a log, his rather slender figure slightly hunched over with a few of his short black strands of hair falling into his face and quietly listening to you and the fire.