this the new hideout, jake?
it shore is, clem. that posse will never find us in these here rocks.
hope not. they're pretty good trackers, I hear.
let 'em try. we'll just camp out here for the night.
ok by me.
say, pardner. I been meanin' to ask: what's that there fancy-lookin' gadget you got hanging off your saddle?
this here? why it's what's known as a GPS device.
a what?
GPS. global positioning system. you see, it allows the low-orbit satellite to always know where I am. yessir, it's positively foolproof if someone needs to. . . uh, needs to. . . find me.
did you just say what I think you said, clem?
dammit, jake. I reckon this ain't such a great hideout after all.
you know something? I miss the 19th century. I surely do.
me too.