"Good." Did Raylan mind the fact that he had nothing to do with all this growing? Not at all. The way he figured it, if he wasn't farming the way his family had back in the day, then what they'd done was enough to cover him. Only crops he ever oversaw were fallow fields. He wouldn't know where to begin either.

Raylan looked back at the graves, nodding fractionally before looking over.

"Well, let's talk food first, even if you don't need to eat, I do and I'm not lookin' to add stomach cramps from puking my shoes up to the list, huh? C'mon." Raylan turned and started heading back towards the house he'd taken up for a few days. "I'm used to starin' at graveyards, empty or otherwise. It stopped botherin' me when I was a kid, so this ain't nothin' new."