Chapter 209. Confrontations

“Did you hear that, J?” asked one of the old-timers from inside the De Narra’s roomy but rustic cottage bedrooms. “Sounds like we caught sumpthin’ big and angry.”

“Yer right, Ernesto. Might even be a grizzly!”

“Yee-haw. If it is, I want its pelt for my Meemaw.”

“Hey, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Let’s arm ourselves to the teeth then take a look at them critters before we start a plannin’.”

Each man, put on their favorite fur jacket and then loaded his fave ‘wife’ to bring with him out into the dark woods.

After about ten minutes of walking, they manage to find their ’catch’, complete with a small upset audience who were trying their best to free their companion from the retirees’ trap.

“Hey! What in tarnation are you critters up to?”

“This your trap, man?!”

“What the hell are you hoping to catch? A fucking hellhound?”

“You planning to kill someone, or what?!”

The ten or so mini-crowd of strangers all spoke