They both stopped dead. They turned.
“That’s what I thought.”
As Randy walked forward, they seemed to shrink together, like puppies seeking one another’s body for protection. But though their eyes were wide, their jaws were set. Though they trembled, they stood in silence.
“Care to tell me why you’re in my yard?”
Their silence confirmed that they cared not to.
“Or why you felt it necessary to risk life and limb to leap into my woodbin?”
The boy lowered his head. Hiding a smirk? Randy narrowed his eyes. Well that would most definitively make him his father’s son.
“And you, Miss, would you like to offer me insight as to why you felt it necessary to crawl around my lawn on your knees like a dog? Or why the hell you don’t have boots on your feet, or a hat on your—”
It was their express
