<div style="text-align: center">《 Owen and Clive Morris 》<br/>
<i>Location: Highway 2 before KOA; stopped <br/>
Addressing: The Wilson brothers </i>​</div><br/><br/>"Gods work, I suppose," Clive said in regards to helping those that lingered to move on.  "Thanks. Take a crate full. Most of this is gonna end up in preserves before it gets eaten." He reached over his brother to take the turkey. The poultry would be a nice meal for when they returned home.<br/><br/>"They kicked people out?<i>Why</i>?" Owen wondered. They'd done work for Abendblume but didn't know the leader there well. He was always busy with something else, too good to sit down and share a meal with them. Clive preferred to stay on the outside, get the work done, and head home. Even better if he just dropped materials and left it at that.<br/><br/>"Appreciate the heads up," Clive chimed in. "We might ought to take a different way home, rather than to cross too close not knowing what that's about."<br/><br/>"What are they going to do?" Owen's mind was going in another direction. "They sure lived the life at Abendblume! Hale's people aren't made for living on the outside."<br/><br/>"Sure doesn't sound like any of our business," the more sensible brother added.<br/><br/>"What if it's someone we know? You ever consider lightening your load some? Hand skidding logs is no joke, and we've depleted the warehouse. Maybe a few of them want to come take on a couple responsibilities in exchange for a cabin on the lake." Not like they had to live on top of one another. There was enough space out in Wenatchee, and plenty of cabins that needed work but were otherwise unoccupied. Clive's argument was usually the same. Either people were happy where they were at and the forest sounded frightening, or his brother didn't want to take the risk with strangers. Clive liked the fewer numbers and living quietly, under the radar and well off the grid. He liked his peace but Clive's idea of peace and workload was about enough to give Owen a nervous breakdown, if he hadn't already met his quota for the decade.<br/><br/>Owen looked back to Josh and Jeb. "Did Miles say how many went to KOA? Where did the others go?"<br/><br/>"Helping a few people put up fencing while thanking some of the ladies for offering a cool drink of lemonade don't mean we know them," Clive countered. "Ol' man Hale might have cast them out for a reason. I would rather not find out."<br/><br/>"Yeah, I know. But you'd also rather live under a rock and never see another living person again. Some of us have more than the social capacity of a hermit crab."