The Wayward Axe

MARCHING DOWN THE AVENUE-2

Farley got off the road and walked in the woods toward what appeared to be a bit of a clearing around an older house with a great big white garage. Whatever commotion was going on appeared to be happening in the back of the house. The little dog was in a fenced in area next to the house and looking at the garage.

He listened more and could hear what seemed to be a screen door slam and an old man hollering “Git!” and some more garbled words that he couldn’t hear. What the hell? Farley thought as he heard the old man holler “I’ll kill you boy!” And some young man hollering “I ain`t done nothing!”

Now this needs investigating but I ain`t getting into any family squabbles over there, Farley thought and against his better judgment headed out from the woods and across to the garage where he heard the voices coming from.

“Steal from me, will you? I will hack your head off!” he heard the old man shout. And something that sounded like “Please!” screeched by a boy.

Farley picked up the pace to see what was going on back there. Farley was about ten steps from the front of the garage and thinking about how he was going to go around the garage to confront what was happening when a streak of lightening in the form of a fourteen or fifteen year old boy came running out with a knife in his hand.

“What’s wrong, boy? Who is chasing you?” Farley said as he leveled his multi tool at him just in case he was a threat to him in his extreme fright.

”That old man back there!” the boy said skirting around Farley, giving him a wide berth and running like the devil himself was after him.

Farley turned his head back from watching the boy pass and saw an old overall-clad man with an insane crazy look in his eyes coming from around the back end of the garage with an old wood felling axe raised over his head.

“I’ll kill you, I’ll kill your daddy too!” The man yelled and started to charge at Farley.

“Hey now, you old bastard, hang on there, I ain’t that boy’s daddy!” he hollered at him but the old man with a wicked look in his eye just kept on coming.

“Ah s**t, this son of a b***h is loony tunes crazy!” Farley thought with a momentary glance in back of him to see where the boy with the knife was.

“Calm down! Calm your ass down and back off!” Farley said dancing out of the way with his Whopper Chopper at the ready.

“I’ll kill you deader than hell too! You ain’t stealing from old Finch!” The sweating old man said with a bit of a white froth now forming on his lip and headed again in Farley’s direction with murder in his eyes.

“You’re the one that’s going to die, you old bastard, unless you back your ass off!” Farley said before he got out away from a wild swing of the axe in his direction that said that there was no more talking during this little death dance.

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