There was a "Salamanca" on the map Tupelo gave him. Nearby, if he remembers right. Could be the place.

He gathers up the rest of the weapons, field-stripping them and tossing the parts deep into the underbrush before pocketing the ammunition. "Okay, I'll give you an escort back. You," he says, pointing to the raider, now stripped down to her skivvies, "are goin' the other fuckin' way. Ta-ta, bye-bye, see you never, yeah?"