Billy
When Billy had said that they'd needed to talk earlier, Tommy had just continued to pack. He didn't want to talk here, where there were always people around - all of them nosy. He didn't want Lehnsherr or Miss Xié É to take anything he said personally. Besides, he had every intention of insisting that they move on, so the head start wouldn't hurt anything. It had been so tempting at first to stop. It would be so much safer. There'd be less chance of either of them dying young if they took up ranching permanently.
He told Billy he wanted to get outside for the night, that being indoors all the time was making him itch. It was true. He'd loaded up the boys and, a few hours later, here they were. Sitting around the fire that they'd started when the sun went down and the temperature started dropping. Tommy was drinking whiskey straight from the bottle. "What did you want to talk about?"