Well... [Frankly the current terrain wasn't much in their favor; once they gallop away from the palm trees and vibrance of the beach town, desert starts to reclaim the scenery, and at best they're somewhere between this and that.]

Not much coverage out here, but the same can be applied to them.

[So they'll be easy to spot and on such short notice McCree is willing to bet they will either rush in unprepared, or they'll track 'em and wait until they're tired from hoofin' it.]

Station's still about a day's ride north. Unlike us, they probably won't be on horseback. [So maybe trying to do double time to the station is a bad idea, he tries to imply; that would be there they might try to cut them off, and compromising their fastest ride out of this country would be a real pain in the ass.]

There's some ruins a little west of here. [He's half making it up--this was Mexico, there were god damn ruins everywhere. Things that withstood the test of time, the test of omnics and dilapidated stone buildings that somehow managed to look better than what LumériCo was plainly trying to imitate. Except when they didn't, but, hey, beggers couldn't be choosers now, could they.]