"It's not bad. It was what I always wanted to find, after the war ended. Never had a chance, being a fugitive."

See, he wouldn't turn you in, because here he is, owning that he's probably in a slightly similar position. He reaches out to stroke the little dog's head and then smiles as he moves away.

"You take care of that little pup and I hope we can find some horses or cattle or whatever for you."