Thinking of the past only rattled things loose in Rick's mind, reminding him of all the times he should have done better and made other choices. No one could be perfect, of course, and he knew it but leaders needed to rise above normal shortcomings and be something greater. They needed to be more than their humanity and sometimes Rick wondered if the others saw him as larger than life. It could explain why they were so upset when things didn't go right because they believed he could do anything. He really wished he could.

"Could still go on a run with me," Rick responded with a shake of his head. "Reckon, there might be. Haven't seen much big game in awhile. Might'a gotten eaten already or died off." He could safely say he had never sampled bear or really most of what they had eaten in the past. "When did ya have bear? What's it taste like?" He had gotten on board with the squirrel but didn't know how he felt about eating a bear. "Wish we could find some cows or chickens." He really missed hamburgers, okay.

The heat of Daryl behind him made his head swim a little and the zing each time the man touched him kept distracting him. He needed to focus but all the long days with little sleep made it harder from him to keep his normal walls in place. "How do your arms not hurt with this thing all the time?"

Once in place again, he took another shot, this time hitting the exact same spot he had before. Just what he wanted. "Would ya look at that. Gettin' pretty good."