Harris is a country man, full and through.

He was one, his father was one; Hell, his mother is the meanest sonovabitch (excuse his French) he’s ever met. They were hardened by that. His daughter, though… she was a bit soft.

She didn’t help with the farm. She studied. She hadn’t touched a deer in years, god forbid she had to skin it. Her family judged him, and by extension her, harshly for this. They ridiculed his parenting choices which is why they never saw them much. His baby didn’t have to stick through the muck like he did, so why force her to? They were well off. Had multiple properties. And good lord was she bright. Maybe, just maybe, she would do fine.