The younger marshal was quiet for a few minutes, considering how to answer in a way that was succinct but also hit the heart of the matter.

"I'm a very independent man, Malcolm. I have been all my life. My mother was an addict and my father was a very bitter, resentful man who loathed being burdened with a crack head wife and a child. As soon as I was big enough to be able to turn the knobs at the back of the stove, while standing on a high stool, I was in charge of feeding and caring for myself." He shared this in a matter of fact tone. No drama, just what was.

"The only thing that scares the shit out of me is being unable to do for myself."