" You’re going to have a lot of venison come in the bar soon, Jack. I’m going to shoot the goddamn deer if they don’t get out of my yard.” “I can’t take illegal venison, Hope. You try this every spring. Why don’t you put up a good fence?” “I have up a good fence! They jump it! And the goddamn rabbits dig under. Bastards.” “Now, is that any way for the owner of a church to talk?” “I just own it, Jack,” she said, pushing up her glasses. “I’m not exactly the religious sort.” “Is that so?” “This "

― Robyn Carr , Paradise Valley (Virgin River, #7)