He points off to the south-east.

"New Orleans is that way. Next state over."

He leads them on down the road, and eventually they get clear of the buildings and to the outskirts of down. There's a beaten dirt track leading west, earth pounded solid by hooves and wagon wheels, and another leading north, desert scrub as far as the eye can see.

There is a slight breeze, that is now blowing the ever-prevalent scent of cattle away from them.