"She's fourteen goin' on 39 and workin' on bein' the Weed Lord of Harlan. Not quite a pain in the ass, but the situations that girl gets herself into.." He shook his head, lips twisting in a very fond smile. "Startin' a war between the adults and the Marshal's service.."

Oh yeah. He was proud.

"Not while I walk it, no, but when it's not peelin' back to give us the town hall or the clothin' store, it's inching closer from the inside of the treeline. If I could go in there, I could get around without much trouble but since we're not allowed.. makes me think there's somethin' in there we ain't supposed to find yet.. How's your brother takin' the rundown of the place?"