Small steps, one at a time with clear expectations!,
Theres a clue here…
A man who slept while his provider was already standing over him was a liability. He wasn't a tool or a useful gear in the farm's engine; he was a sinkhole for resources. He stood there trembling, his mind already flashing to images of gravel shoulders and disappearing taillights, the inevitable end for anything that cost more than it was worth.
Finally, as Jesse found his center, he stared directly at the kitchen doorway. Where was the roar of the man whose resources he had misused, where the inevitable fist?