Raylan only smiled and nodded towards the door, glad that she didn't argue one way or the other. There were some worries that would never stop, no matter how big or grown Willa got. It was the blessing and curse of parenting; that job was never done. Even Arlo felt that way, telling Raylan more than once how or what he should do and why, in all of his infinite wisdom. Raylan rarely listened.
Out the door they went and to the left, past a large tree that Raylan had never bothered to identify to face a large set of fields that wrapped around the house like an L. He gestured at it the dry, dusty fields, speckled only with a few wild weeds and a sagging red barn far off to the right against what reasonable people might assume was the property line, fenced.
"Everything the light touches... is my kingdom Simba," he teased with a smirk and a sidelong look. "We've got about 20 acers run up the foothill of the mountain. Used to be tobacco fields back in the day-" he squinted in the morning sun out over it all. "-But my granddaddy was a preacher and got his money other ways, so they fell fallow. Not much here except the rusted out tractor in the dilapidated barn.. and whatever else Arlo stuffed in there," he conceded easily. He didn't exactly keep track.
/HOARDS
Out the door they went and to the left, past a large tree that Raylan had never bothered to identify to face a large set of fields that wrapped around the house like an L. He gestured at it the dry, dusty fields, speckled only with a few wild weeds and a sagging red barn far off to the right against what reasonable people might assume was the property line, fenced.
"Everything the light touches... is my kingdom Simba," he teased with a smirk and a sidelong look. "We've got about 20 acers run up the foothill of the mountain. Used to be tobacco fields back in the day-" he squinted in the morning sun out over it all. "-But my granddaddy was a preacher and got his money other ways, so they fell fallow. Not much here except the rusted out tractor in the dilapidated barn.. and whatever else Arlo stuffed in there," he conceded easily. He didn't exactly keep track.
"A real HDTV project."