Because Brock's keeping a secret from you.
Every morning, Brock wakes up to the absolute most beautiful skies in the world. He goes out to do his morning shift of farm yard work before coming back in for lunch. Every evening ends with the most awe-striking gorgeous sunsets you have ever seen, unveiling in its wake the light of thousands of stars undimmed by any civilization. He drives for hours on straight grid roads without ever seeing anybody for miles. He takes his gun out to hunt moose, white tail deer and antelope which he brings home to prepare for his grill. In the summers, its 30 above and in the winters, it gets as cold as 40 below. Brock has magnificent isolation all around him. Peace. Nature and tranquility. He toils to maintain his land and his livestock and he does so at his pace and leisure, away from the noise and commotion of the world. In the spring, he's going to buy a crate of homemade Saskatoon berry jam and later go fishing in his boat just shy of Lake Diefenbaker without a care in the world. With only having to beat someone up somewhere in the world once or twice a year to keep it going.
And he wants you to stay the hell out and not let a single goddamn one of you know about it.
