"Well obviously you haven't been forthright with me either! And what do you want me to say?!" He snapped back in frustration. "That I ain't happy here? That I know what the chances are for makin' this lot work? That there are rustlers, pirates, reavers and winter we gotta get through before driving all of that beef ta New Calgary for profit?! I have to keep moral up, this ain't us out in the black with hope of work. That died, and this here farm is one shot. One shot Inara, one shot at life and right now Kaylee's the one putting food on the table at a steady pace. We have a good week that means Simon's delivered a few babies so we got a little more to patch holes. Place looks like a slice of heaven but it ain't made of gorram platinum."

-- New Haven: Chapter 4 by TuJiaoZuo