Dunno if there's anyone right now, but I don't wanna get our shit taken while we're tryin' to sleep. We can leave something, though.

[He gestures to the cairn, but then decides to drop the kickstand for a moment and walk over to it. A cursory search of the bushes turns up trash only - empty water bottles, and foil wrappers.]

I dunno if it's a migrant trail or coyotes. Maybe it's both, I don't really know how all that works, but someone'll appreciate a bite to eat.

[He almost leaves it at that, but realizes he should define something before she thinks he means dogs.]

Coyotes are smugglers. Doesn't hurt to give 'em a hand, since some of our business relies on them getting through with the merchandise.