“I can see why this place is called Deadwood,” Simon commented loudly trying to be heard over the noise of the wind. The journey to Barren Break had been even more boring than expected; the ride was utterly devoid of interesting views and conversation was sparse. In the front seats, Mal and Zoë sporadically exchanged a few words that no one in the back seat could hear. Simon could, however, clearly hear the various noises emanating from Jayne’s direction in the back seat. Lots of huffing and exasperated puffing – all for his benefit he supposed.

“Ain't named for dead trees or anything like that.” Kaylee yelled, her hair blowing wildly about her face. “Named for some Wild West place on Earth-That-Was." She glanced at him, sweeping her hair out of her eyes. "You know the Wild West, don't ya?”

“Not really,” he responded absently, his attention briefly diverted by something in the distance that turned out to be more of nothing.

Holding her hands over her head to calm her hair, Kaylee peered closely at him. “Ain’t you never seen a Cowboy Roy viddie?”

“Uh…no.”

"How in the name of holy cowboys can you be a person and not see at least one?” Jayne’s face was almost comical in its contorted disbelief. “Classics is what they are!"

“They are at that!” Kaylee agreed, nodding at Jayne. “My daddy and I never got enough of Roy’s adventures. Outlaws, gladiators, samurai…he fought everybody!” She sighed wistfully. “All for the love of Navajo Rose…”

Simon grinned at her enthusiasm. “Sounds interesting.”

“Better than interestin’!” She leaned back into him, her face a picture of sincere concern at his lack of proper Western knowledge. “But you’ve never seen nothin’ on the Wild West?”

Simon was silent as he thought. The American West was a genre that had never particularly appealed to him. He reached for something, however remote, to satisfy Kaylee’s concern. "I did see Kubayashi's Ode to Montana ."

Three more pairs of eyes turned to Simon.

“Sounds fancy and boring,” Jayne mumbled, turning away a