"That's what I think," Much said in a rush, feeling overwhelmed with the sudden burst of gratitude toward her in his chest. He kissed her back, so thankful, arm pulling her a fraction closer before he spoke again. "I told them that, and Stutely was shooting the idea down because there's 'obligations' here, and Will didn't want to because of parole and - well, you read it. We could go on the road again, it could even be fun. How are we every supposed to have fun again if we've got the Sheriff bricked in?"