A smile creases the edges of his mouth as he hums in agreement, shifting slightly to allow Connor the same support of the tree behind him. It's more than broad enough to share.

"It's good country. Lot of game. Lot of wide open space between here and the next town." Space that the horses were taking advantage of, drinking from the stream and rolling on their backs in the grass. Further out, it looked like a herd of pronghorns were coming down from the mountains to start grazing at the valley's edge.

He'd be on the hunt, if this were real. Now, it's enough just to admire the view.