Brock lives in Saskatchewan, dude.
He's at the absolute most southwestern portion of the province in the middle of nowhere but close enough to the Manitoba/Montana border. The weather can be completely extreme; if you aren't dealing with 30 above summers with bugs and infrequent rain, you're dealing with minus 40 below winters with 50 km/h winds and a chance of having your skin frozen after only 10 minutes of exposure. You couple that with some winters having as much as 10 feet of snow to deal with. From where he is, Brock can drive on the gravel back road grid system, the largest in the entire world, and pass one truck on the way to wherever he is going and that truck will be the last person he could see for the next seven to fifteen hours. By living in the isolation that he is in, Brock exposes himself to wild animals and the elements. The rural municipality will clear snow off the roads to his place for free, but if there is a bad snowfall and the trucks are frozen solid with 10 feet of snow and still coming down, Brock is on his own. His nearest neighbour could be fifty miles away, a tiny light on the horizon. In the summers, it can hit the fifty above mark and wild intense thunderstorms and tornado conditions are frequent to occur right after such temperature spikes.
Its said that he owns the bar and likely the whole hotel at the town of Maryfeld where he lives, but honestly? The town is so small and so tiny like many in the province, with one street, one post office, and maybe a restaurant if its lucky a skating rink, Brock can literally stand up where he is sitting right now, take two steps forward and say, "I'm the mayor now." And literally, no one's going to argue with him. More than likely because no one held the position in town for the last ten years.
