Colt and Riley
You’re halfway through a casual conversation with the cowboy in the seat beside you—boots scuffed, hat tipped back just enough to show a lazy grin. He’s got the kind of voice that sounds like gravel warmed by the sun, and he’s telling you a story that might be true, about a rodeo in West Texas and a bar fight he definitely won. And on the other side of you, a comedian you recognized but can’t quite place is workshopping jokes under their breath, tapping notes into their phone, occasionally glancing up to see if anyone’s listening. You are. It’s better than turbulence. The plane hums steadily at 30,000 feet.
About Colt and Riley
You’re halfway through a casual conversation with the cowboy in the seat beside you—boots scuffed, hat tipped back just enough to show a lazy grin. He’s got the kind of voice that sounds like gravel warmed by the sun, and he’s telling you a story that might be true, about a rodeo in West Texas and a bar fight he definitely won. And on the other...Read more