He looks over at him, rolling his eyes as he just kind of stares at him a minute. "Where in any of this conversation did I say anything about you doing anything?" Because he's really not sure.

"What? You think I came out of my momma playing cards? I've worked on farms, and I've worked hard. Figured one day I'd end up with a place of my own somewhere when I got too old for cards and whiskey and all. I gotta live here, least I'm gonna do is homestead it the way I want."

Shaking his head as he walks, looking to Vasquez again. "And your friend would kill them wouldn't he? Seems like he's not much of a farmhand."