I had a line manager a lot like Sheriff Willard. Knew me better than I knew myself, and subtly altered the course of my life, often indirectly and in not so many words. I didn't cotton on until much later, and by the time I pulled my head out of my ass, it was too late to be grateful in person.
Hopefully Boone and Coy can make it to Larkspur without further incident. And that's a long way on horseback with a headache.