Mama told me, when I was about thirteen, that it was obvious I was headed out to be an outlaw. Her advice to me was that in any gathering, I ought to pick out a righteous man to stand next to. It would be hard for God to take me out without harming one of his chosen.
I figured Miles come as close as any, so I stayed next to him.
Besides...... he was the closest thing to a windbreak I could find.