The sun had cleared the horizon as Gerrin, Aldous, Reilly, Park followed Auntie at a trot to where the rows of corn stalks opened up on the clearing in front of the farm house. A dozen or so men stood in front of the wooden door to the farm house blocking the way to six armed men trying to force their way in. The mood of the crowd and the “visitors” was tense and deteriorating rapidly.

As they grew closer Gerrin could hear one of the intruders drawl loudly "You boys just ain’t very bright at all, are you? Boss gives you a chance to get outa this with a lil’ money an’ your hides intact and you just wanna hang around an’ get your asses whooped. Y’all are just a special kind of stupid, aren’t ya?”

“This ain’t yours”, one of the defenders shot back petulantly. “Y’all sold it to Auntie fair up. We’re staying, so git on up outta here and tell your Boss we ain’t interested”

“Wrong answer, son”, the leader of the intruders drawled as he motioned his men forward. The farmers in front of the door crouched and advanced, raising what weapons they had. The two sides crashed together and struggled for seconds until a sharp CRACK! Made them all jump and whirl toward the approaching party, including Auntie, who was fifteen feet ahead of Gerrin.

Gerrin held his gun in the air for a second before lowering it. “I think what we have here is a failure to communicate” he announced loudly.

The leader of the intruders eyed him. “Oh, we’s communicatin’ jus’ fine, scrub”. As he slowly strode forward he added “You people jus’ hard on comprehendin’”.

“That so?” Gerrin raised an eyebrow as he looked at the farmers. “Looks to me like we’re comprehending just fine”.

Auntie glared at the leader. “You’ve come here after something that’s not yours and you’re just not gettin’ it. Now, go back an’ tell yer boss to keep his vermin off our land”.

The leader sne