"There y'go," he beams, proudly. "I'll git you learned proper in the ways of outlawin' yet."

The horses move along at that steady clip as he settles into the saddle, his body content to sway with the motions as he eats. This is part of life. You eat on the move. Sometimes it's just jerky and a skin of water, or a bottle of tequila. A bit of fruit if you've managed to pass an orchard in the last day or two.