"I don't reckon he thinks I'm gonna do everything right after I get back," he says, before holding up a finger - he needs to set the scene. He picks a favorite of theirs, the plains of New Hanover, the strange, jutting rocks creating enough interest that it's not just an endless plain. The horses are waiting for them when he opens the door.

"You think every warden makes every decision the right way, all the time? You think I do that, now?"