After packing up all of his provisions and finishing the form of "breakfast" that he and Buck had, Joseph strolled over to his horse where he fed him a rationed proportion of a carrot and mounted up. Suddenly, an idea struck him. "Perhaps we should go to Mexico...maybe the situation isn't as bad there." Joseph wasn't sure what reaction he would get. But it seemed that was more logical than going to Armadillo. Who knew what was there waiting for them. Surely things werent as bad in Mexico.