"I figured most of your livin' outside was due to bein' on the move. Unless y'all went by train. Can't say that I recall how big or far trains were back in that day.. definitely not continental..." That wasn't really the point. Surviving in the frontier was. There was some fantastical romanticized idea about it all, about what one could learn out there living it 'rough', but Raylan knew better than to lean on and assume in that.

He scoffed as he glanced down at the snow they were kicking up in their steps. "Takes more than a lack of this kinda knowledge to make a people stupid. Maybe I'm just used to a particularly fantastical breed of stupid out in Kentucky. Always wondered why they call it snake oil. Still ain't figured that one out.."

He looked over. "Who's Contessa?"