Tough-looking as she is, Charlene Kilkenny is a domestic goddess: she can cure a ham, pickle eggs, hit a jackrabbit at 500 paces, skin a deer, and get just about any stains out of anything.

The rustic produce traded with locals and occasional tourists doesn't remotely provide the funds needed for the clan to break even, but it's not healthy to think too hard about where the Kilkennys get their money.

Aspects: Rosa's right hand; We don't shit where we eat; Ranged and close are just as important