Well, of course they do. Who would want to stay on a planet where you don't have a say in anything? (Somebody who loves their homeland, even if they don't love some of the people in charge. She knows the answer on a visceral level; all she has to think of is her own home, whatever's left of it now, and it's as obvious as the desire to leave.) (If they were from here, she thinks Maggie would have gone to college someplace else and then come back and given everyone here hell.)

"It's like you got stuck in the dark ages." And they never left. Maybe that's a matter of pride for them--she recognizes something in the way the hill people carry themselves, albeit distantly. The kind of people Daryl and Merle Dixon probably grew up around, stubborn, proud hicks you knew instinctively not to call "hicks" to their faces.

She fixes her gaze on Byerly, considering where he fits. Silly and drunk and rich, even less to do with hillfolk than Beth had with the real rednecks at home, and only a little less out of place on this slope than she is. "Is that why you left?"