It was the adventure which had called to his soul. All those years riding across open country as he hunted down the men who'd killed his parents was not so easily forgotten. He loved the feel of the outdoors, just as he had when he was but a boy. Wyn felt a freedom atop Tony that Wyn felt nowhere else. Mountains and rivers, plains and sagebrush, crystal-clear lakes and chilly desert nights were all he really needed.