The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
Jason frowned. "We aren't here to steal anything we're here to see if we can trade at keast I am. We have a trick full of refrigerated food. But we need blankets, and ammunition." He said.Jason was meet by the end of a shot gun. A grumpy older barly man stood on the other side. A man equal in size if not taller stood behind him arms crossed looking Jason dead in the eyes. "Ya better get of my property boy...we ain't for you and your kind ....ya un prepared city fok to come and push us around and still us dry..." the man grumply said, cocking his shot gun.