After killing Edgar Ross, Jack didn't feel as fulfilled as he thought he'd be. He thought he would be satisfied, and his grief would fade, but it didn't. It remained — it even burned brighter, along with his loneliness. But, as usual, he buried it down deep because he had things to tend to. Like fixing up Beecher's Hope.

"I'm... glad you agreed to help." he finally said as the two of you rode up to the ranch. "Sorry that I sort of just appeared out of nowhere after... well, too many years, and immediately asked you for a favor, but it's really appreciated. " the young man murmured. He wasn't very good at thanking people, it seemed. He never was.