He's not as ued to Concession as he is Duncan; he wasn't expecting him to kick out and it kind of throws him off balance for a bit. But he regains his balance, takes a firm grip with his knees and then...

...and then, he really knows why he's been staring at this landsape since he was a kid. Because really being here, riding like this, hell, even dressed like this - this is real. It's not a fantasy, or him calling himself the Sheriff, or watching a movie. It's real, and he can't stop the grin on his face, or the swell of excitement boiling up through him that he hasn't felt in more years than he can remember.