The ironic thing about it all was that John had decided that being alone was defined by about fifteen feet. All paths tended to lead into town, which was why Raylan had suggested going there in the first place, because it was in their path.

But he let the Englishman brood and stomp ahead of him like he was all alone and forsaken in this frozen land of less than a mile.

And when Raylan finally stepped along side where John had sat down at. "I know it's oughta character, but you got onna those to spare?"