Chapter 6
“What are you looking at?” The soaked intruder flustered Tucker, but he knew exactly what he was looking at.
“I…”
“Shut up! Shut up and get out!” Tucker took a step closer to his high-school love. “You don’t belong here,” he said, with all the intensity of a character protecting his ranch in some 1800’s TV western. “Leave the way you came in.” He picked up a large rock for emphasis.
“I’m…I…I can’t,” RJ stuttered. “I had a hard enough t-t-t…time getting over the wall the first time. I can’t imagine doing it in reverse.” His eyes moved down to Tucker’s bare, muddy feet, and then back up, maybe pausing at the crotch, definitely stopping long before the face—on the hands—where there should have been hands. He twisted his lips into a pucker and tilted his head from side to side. “
