"I'm saying men like Doc Holliday and Wyatt Earp loved eating good men alive," he says, tones bitter in that moment. "It's nothing to do with thinking you're weak. And..." He stops himself, not looking at Foggy though as he considers his words. "I know you would survive, because I was much more like you than I was like them before Hell. And I survived, didn't I?"

And he believes that. In so many ways.

"Help me get the chicks out of the box and settled in? We built up the corner for them," he says, the inside of the "barn" set up with areas for stalls, as well as a coop without a roof. Not yet.