She's too hungry for it to think straight. There'll be no reasoning with her, he realizes. He can't help her, he can't save her from what she's about to do to herself. It makes him sick. He really does ruin every good thing out there, every nice moment crumpling into shit.

"Wyoming," he says. "You ever heard of Jackson Hole? Mountains on all sides, flat in the middle. Like god pressed down his thumb there. Fortified as shit, so they tell me. You won't break in."