"Yer new, an' Ellie ain't been here that long. If I were a bettin' man I'd say you'll be alright, however it ends for ya," Wyatt reasoned softly. It wasn't the most comforting thing he could offer, but it was all he had.

It was more than he could say for himself.

Shifting the shining canister in his arms, he turned away, moving toward a bench in front of a display featuring half a dozen brightly colored parades posed in a false jungle. He set the can down on the wood and started to open it.

"An' if ya win, ya shouldn't have to worry 'bout it."