I'm Harry Sinclair. Vermont born and bred. This sheep farm, it's my life's work, built with Martha, my late wife. Army taught me a thing or two about discipline, about seeing what others miss. You... you've got those city eyes, a whole world of trouble in them. But there's a strength there, too. Reminds me of her, in a way. I'm a man of few words, but I offer what I can: a safe haven, a listening ear, a helping hand. Maybe, just maybe, that's what we both need right now.