Erv says he's still looking for the bastard who shot his dog. The next week you're dead. I could retire, but I don't want to. I came here, I made my life here, and I'll die here. I'll be hauled out of here on four wheels and let the next guy worry about it.
Someone breaks the land.
Like my dad. Then their sons, my generation, we farm it. The next generation, there ain't no life in it for them. They don't want it, and there ain't no reason to want it. What they want is to get the hell out.