"Pardner. Didn't ya listen? My babies Apache and Cherokee [i]are[/i] divine." Rattlesnake Jack said again, making sure the city slicker understood that point. "And horses don't need no, o-kuh-reeno, whater'in tarnations that is to tame it." He said as his spurs continued jangling as he headed forward towards area where the rocket crashed. "Say which way is the Ranch? And, so this Ganindork is some sorta Shaman then? From the desert you say..." Rattlesnake Jack chuckled a bit as he glanced up at the sky.

"I oughta reckon, if'n we find the guy, to talk about the sands and such. Would be awful nice to discuss, bet he misses home."