[ He doesn't say, but Vasquez knows he'd have trouble putting his horse down. She'd been there for him for a very long time, through a lot of hard moments. Maybe it's easiest not to say that out loud, though, because he has to maintain a reputation. ]

As different as you can be. Smaller, dirtier, dustier. There is no phones or cars, none of what you call technology. A man can go into town and take it over, only to have it taken back with force and guns. You? Where did you come from before this?

[ Looking the way she does, Vasquez doubts it's the West. ]