"County, you're thinking small. She's already making some of the ole men trying to run Kentucky squirm. She's going to have the whole damn state under her thumb before she turns eighteen."

Still laying on his back, Tim turned his head to look at Raylan once they were more of a level. He chuckled softly, laying his hands on his stomach.

"Oh she's got it. You called her out on it. Told her that as long as she didn't start driving around in a new Lexus or otherwise flashing it, we wouldn't pursue Mags' final wish." He began to chuckle, low and throaty. "So what she go and do? Gets herself a shell company, LM Construction or something like that. She's quietly buying up land and making alliances by promising the prior owners the safety of their homestead and working for her."

As for the older marshal's question; Tim shook his head.

"Big players keep coming down to Harlan, expecting to find a power vacuum and easy pickings. Instead they find themselves on the wrong side of the Staties or the Marshal Service. Just depends which crimes she can serve up to us on a platter." Since each branch worked different types of crimes.