“I said STOP.”
Cody twisted around. A rifle barrel pointed level to his head shut his mouth. Lips pressed tight, he waited, breathless. Tense arms shot up.
“You the surveyin’ man?”
Cody’s face stung. “No-pe.”
“Whatcha want then?”
“Hunting and fishing. Got lost.”
Moth-eaten hat man squinted, spewed coal-black tobacco. “Don’t see no rifle.” The click of the hammer masked birdsong.
“Walking. Nice morning.”
“Uh-huh. Git. Watch out fur them snakes.”
Head bent, Cody smirked.
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