Travis went inside, and Grandpa said to Winston, “He was always a horny little bastard. Can’t count the times I caught him jacking as a kid.”
Winston laughed.
They walked in front of the house and into three men, all dirty and ragged.
Damn, didn’t hear them come up. Winston lifted his shirt and put his hand toward his sidearm, but one guy, the biggest and tallest, held a rifle.
“Keep your hand away from that gun. In fact, take it off and hand it to me. You, too, old man.”
Grandpa said, “What do you want? You’re trespassing.”
The man laughed. “Then call the sheriff.” He pointed to another man who wore a sheriff’s shirt with blue jeans.
He pulled his gun out and kept it down by his leg. “Surrender your weapons or die.”
The first guy said, “That’s one of those electric cars, right?”
