That is exactly where he is. Walking, slowly, with his left arm pressed against his side and his right crossed over the middle to hold it steady. His boots are crunching quietly against the dirt, until he finds a rock.

And kicks it.

"Damn horse."

He sighs, glances up at the sun, and then continues to walk.



Meanwhile, Cortez continues chewing the mouthful of grain before leaning in closer, in an attempt to eat Jim's hat.