“Now I have to kill you two,” the Gunman said. The man with the gun busted out in laughter. “I’m just yanking your chain. I heard you scream while I was fishing. I thought you were in trouble, that’s a relief,” the Gunman said. He unscrewed the flashlight from his pistol, put his pistol in his pants and shuffled the flashlight from his left hand to his right. “I guess you two can stay. Wait, you two were in a car accident? Are you two hurt? The Gunman asked. I spit some blood onto the wooden floor.
“Sorry, that’s my bad. In my defense, I thought you were killing your sister,” the Gunman explained remorsefully. My sister scoffed and folded her arms in irritation.
“We were fine before you showed up and beat up my brother! You can’t just come into a situation without knowing what’s happening, and punching the first person you see,” Jamie said. The Gunman shrugged. He pointed his flashlight upwards under his chin, revealing the contours of his face.
“I’m American, sweetheart. That’s who we are. You broke into my place, without thinking about the consequences. You did wrong, I did wrong, let’s let bygones be bygones and call it truce?” The Gunman suggested. Jamie’s mouth flew open awestruck.
This isn’t your… okay let’s just put this behind us. I’m Jamie and that’s Andy,” Jamie said. I waved at him with a fake grin. He extended his hand downwards toward me. I reached up and grasped his hand, he pulled me with an iron grip.
“Ted. Are you hungry? Today was a good day by the lake. You guys like fish?” Ted asked.
“No, but we are starving and could eat a family of possums raw right now. We’d appreciate it very much,” Jamie said.