As the two cousins looked between each other, Roan shot, “You heard him! Now get gone!” After a bit of muttering, the taller cousin, Peyton, asked, “What was that paper ya dropped there, Glenn?”

Dex added, “Cause we want it. You took it!”

Roan retorted, “You just said it was [i]me[/i] who took something.” Of course, he had, but that was beside the point. Not giving them another word, he turned back to the road, beginning to head off. It wasn’t more than a minute when a rock from one of the two boys sailed through the air and smacked him in the back of the head. Snarling from the stinging pain, Roan dropped his pack, stomping back to the pair, demanding, “Which one of you did that!?” Peyton and Dex didn’t exactly seem intimidated by the small boy whom was only slightly older, but they were occasionally shooting glances at Glenn, worried what the large boy might do.