"You ain't supposed to be talkin' like that about folk, Matty. Mind your manners." There, great parenting moment. "I'm gonna go out with the truck to tow a broken down car. I'll lock up and you ain't lettin' anyone in while I'm gone, you hear me?"

He owed John, the paranoid son of a bitch, that much. Always keeping an eye on his sons. "Keep an eye on Sammy. Dinner's when I'm back, so don't fill up on junk. And let your brother finish his homework! Wouldn't hurt you to do some studyin' neither."

Definitely done his duty here. He grabbed his keys and turned to the city guy, flashing him a smile. All right, no. He just kind of gave him a nod while his lips quirked a miniscule amount and headed for the door. "I ain't gonna make you promises on how fast I can fix it, but I'm gonna get your car here safe and sound, no issue."

He headed out the door, holding it for him, and then walked over to his trusty - and rusty - truck. "Rare we get any of your kind this far out. Got that accent and everythin'."

So fancy.