Yeah, well, we're on our way. We'll get to the rendezvous and it'll all get sorted out. No dying today, not you.

[Since when the fuck did he get so sure of that? It's a blow to the gut. Where the hell is Joe or that shit for brains son of his? Shit, shit, shit. For all this cool, calm talk he's got going on White's palms are getting sweaty. The kid needs him more than before, no backing down or ducking out.]

So...uh... [think think think] you don't even need to sing that lone prairie song.