He suspected in another decade or so the railroad might have laid track right into Santa Barbara. Everything would be connected soon, Wyn imagined with some sadness. Something would be lost when a man no longer had to ride his horse hundreds of miles across dangerous country to get to the next state, or territory. Already things were changing. Soon, men like Wyn would have to search for places still wild, where a man could holler in the morning and have no neighbors close enough to hear the echo.