“Hey Bertha I need some help here! Hey Clem you all come outside right now and see! I got myself a prisoner out here!” Rossy Ross yelled out.
“What the hell? Who you think she has out their Bertha?” Clem said rising and hurrying towards the backdoor shotgun in hand. It only took but a moment of confusion for everyone to start tripping over each other all hurrying after him and trying to get out the backdoor all at the same time to see what in the world was going on.
The spectacle they beheld was very strange one indeed. Rossy had some poor disheveled and dirty skinny middle aged man that looked the worst for wear backed up against the barn and looking at them fearfully as Rossy Ross kept her .shotgun trained on him.
“Who you got over there as a prisoner Rossy Ross? Who in the world are
