"I believe you are further from home than you know," he responded while Eclipse snorted and tossed his head as if impatient to travel on. He reached down to rub the neck of the noble steed. "I don't know where New Shelby is. I'm riding from Wichita Fall to Fort Worth, Texas. In the year 1890."
Mortimer glanced upwards at the sky again, a frown on his face. "Judging from that laugh, you being taken from your time and put in my path amuses Ares. And... if you want to believe you're dreaming, you're not." Not usually one to play mind games, he spoke as bluntly and directly as he could.