The story around the village is that the old man up the hill raved a bit at the deputies who visited this morning. Shouted he was paying sky-high taxes and isn't getting any police protection.
Deputy: Sir, that isn't true. We're spending all kinds of resources protecting you.
Old man: Like hell. How are you protecting me?
Deputy: Have you noticed the sky up here's been full of aircraft the last few days? Helicopters and airplanes overhead almost all the time?
Old man: I've noticed it. How's that any protection for me?
Deputy: We're protecting you from marijuana growers. It's harvest time. We're busting them right and left! Read the papers.
Old man: Looks as though it didn't scare the prowler. Do they fly at night?
Deputy: Sometimes they fly at night, but they're not looking for prowlers. We can't protect you from him. But if he kills you we might be able to avenge you.