Cricket
“Lemme help you up. Are you okay?” he asked, while looking me over.
“I just hurt my knee a little. I’ll live.”
I heard footsteps crunching rapidly down the gravel driveway and looked up to see a man in a white beard and overalls, trotting towards us, carrying a hunting rifle.
“Sorry, Minus. I didn’t recognize the car, and wasn’t expecting you,” he said, out of breath.
“Jesus, Duke. What’s with the display of firepower?”
“We’ve got guys growing pot on our land. I’ve been finding plants in the heavily wooded areas for a while now.”
“Since when?”
“I guess it’s been around five months. It must be harvest time, because I’ve seen more people around lately. I chase ’em off whenever I do, but it ain’t helpin’. Every time I find a plant, I pull it up, but I can’t keep up with ‘em. S
