The town was going through some bad shit right now, so Wiley wasn't surprised when the few people he met inside the hardware store didn't return his casual greeting.
He could even sympathize when the woman in the light bulb aisle picked up her toddler and practically ran out of the store when she saw him.
Stranger danger, and all that.
But when the cop car trailed him back to the motel, that put a different spin on things. Wiley doubted they'd be too tolerant of the arsenal in his truck.
The C4, in particular. Bound to raise some eyebrows.