the outlaw's stolen food from the harvest, taken residence in your barn, and spooked all the farm animals from their pens. one harvest moon, you decide you've had enough. you catch him red handed.
...or does he catch you?
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I your cold, he’ cold! BRING HIM INSIDE! @mail-me-a-snail The stranger had knocked my husband to the ground. Damn fool had wandered out there with his shot gun, fixin’ to take care of the stranger that had set up shop in our barn. He wasn’t from around these parts... Came from far away, I suppose. Still I wandered out in my night dress, bare foot like a young maiden in spring, and I went over hands on my hips. In the light of the deep October moon, I hollered just like my momma and said. “Hey boy you quit your screwing about.” I said. “If you leave my poor Husband be, I’ll let you come sleep in the house. No use being stuck in that stuffy barn. Plus your scaring our animals.” I stood and waited for the stranger to reply, with all his creepy red eyes. I’d seen worse in my day. “Oh come here.” I finally growled and took the man’s arm and led him toward the house, my husband hollering after me. Getting in I shut the screen door. “There see?” I said in a huff. “Much better. The guest room is just through there, now quit your silly devil madness and leave our animals be. I’ll be up to fix you breakfast in the morning.” I brought him inside.
