Nate looked at the house where Mrs Russell was no doubt looking out at them. That kind of women always saw - and heard - a lot more than they should.
"I see," he said. "Though I'm still not sure Mrs Russell's tree has done anything to deserve this. Why don't we go inside where we can talk instead," he said, placing a hand on Eliot's shoulder and squeezing it.
"Or would you rather go for a run first? Kick off some steam before you get back?" Unmentioned - out of the prying eyes of the woman who seemed to know everything about everyone in town.