"I don't much like small, dark spaces." Which doesn't necessarily explain why he's out here alone with only a weak fire for light and memories for company. But at least it's out in the wide open.

"So she threw me in the bottom of a well for a hundred and thirty years." That she did it to spite someone else stings, of course, but the bite of it was not the lengths to which they took Wyatt Earp apart. It was never that. He didn't take kindly to her preying on his claustrophobia.

"Give or take. Felt much longer than that, you can imagine."