Frank is tight-jawed while the others talk. While he respects the steel in Kate's tone, even understands the sounder social politics she's advocating, the truth is he doesn't trust everybody. Not with the safety of the whole group. Not with the things he considers his responsibility. There's nothing to be done about it here and now, though.

"If something or somebody worse than a boar comes out of those woods, we'll all be stuck defending ourselves with sticks and rocks while our weapons are safely tucked away somewhere we ain't," he says, but he sets the bow and arrow back down on the crate all the same. With the right weapon, Cougar just needs high ground to keep people safe. Frank is the same. Others among them too, he'd bet. And it won't do a damn bit of good if it's not on them. But the truth is, Frank can kill a small army with a kitchen knife if he has to, too, and even he can see an argument he isn't going to win today. So:

"If we're gonna keep 'em somewhere, it should be here in the inn. Centrally located, building's in good shape, and you've got people around on the regular to keep an eye out for flooding or damage."

"And if we're gonna start taking down deer, we're going to need to build a smokehouse out back," with a nod to Cougar, "and start coordinating who's hunting what, when, and where - for the group, not for trade."