Two Rivers Isle you're a man of profoundly limited intelligence

At four months old, Earp didn't know much. He knew that he belonged to the small gods. He knew that Lonesome Dove was not his mother, and that his real mother, wherever she was, must have loved him. Because he knew that Lonesome Dove didn't. She hated him, and he thought that maybe he hated her too.

So when the ugly man made his call, Earp decided of his own accord that he would follow. He didn't check with Lonesome Dove. He didn't grab her stuff. He just got up and started walking, joining the ugly man with only a dull look of acknowledgement. Maybe it would suck, traveling with him, but it couldn't be any worse than being stuck with Lonesome Dove, right?

He didn't know whether he hoped she would follow or stay behind.