Oh, where to begin?!
First, there ain’t enough of ya. Not even close.
Second, small towns don’t need many cops because everybody is armed to the teeth.
Third, a good ol country boy will twist you up like a pretzel, break a few ribs, then piss on your writhing body. And then go enjoy a cold one.
I live in rural Kentucky, 35 miles from Cincinnati. Myself and three neighbors, the houses on a half mile stretch of state highway, discussed supporting fields of fire summer ‘20.
There will have to be discrete agreements made to practice the “Silence of Skidmore, Mo” should such small towns be attacked. I’m referring to the Bully of Skidmore that was killed but no one ever fessed up as to who did it.
“nuff said.