Ted Wagner was standing in front of Raymond Tutt. He had been working with the group for fourteen days doing odd jobs and was expecting to be admitted.
“Well, Wagner, everyone says you work well and keep to yourself. Why is that?” Tutt asked.
“I prefer to not be a bother to anyone,” Wagner shrugged. “It’s just the way I am, I guess.”
“What we need are bowmen. We have very few bows and few enough arrows, but we need someone who can hit what they’re aiming at. Is that you?”
“I don’t know, Tutt, but I’m willing to try.”
“If I give you a bow, am I going to have to worry about you shooting me with it?” Tutt asked as he narrowed his eyes.
“As long as you don’t stand in front of me, you should be safe. It’s been a very long time since I shot a bow, so I can’t promise anything, but I would t
