A few days later, I was outside splitting logs with an axe, preparing myself, in case of another blizzard, when I heard faint chatter and laughter coming towards me… so, I ran back in the shack to grab my weapon, just in case… I watched them walk onto my land, as there were three of them. They looked no more than a band of thieves and killers.
I walked outside and yelled, "Get the fuck off my land!!" with my weapon drawn.
"Oh yeah!? What the fuck are you going to do if we don't?" he said, as he smiled, sarcastically.
"I guess you will fuck around and find out! And wipe that fucking smirk off your face, before I come and cut it the fuck off!!"
"Ooh!! Tough guy, are ya? Now… I am going to need all your shit, and I will let you live and walk away from this!! I am feeling extra generous today!! I am having a good day… no need to kill you, you have my word! So, what do you say, friend?"
