“Okay, Dad. You asked for it,” Guy muttered. He whipped around to his back, pulled a water pistol and quickly extinguished the glowing tip.
Emmett stared at it with a forlorn sigh and dropped it. “Damn. That was my last one.”
“And don’t try that again, partner,” Guy said firmly, twirling the water pistol back into his pocket while his siblings applauded loudly. He grinned at Kit. “Hey, lady, want to come hunting rabbits with us?”
“No, thanks, I feel a bit endangered right now.”
“We wouldn’t have a post to tie you to out in the brush,” Polk argued.
“But there’s the brush itself,” Amy mused. “It’s very dry, and I got one of Emmett’s old lighters….”
“Will you stop calling me Emmett?” he muttered at his child. “I’m your father. Show a little respect.”
“Yes, Emmett,” Amy said politely, pulling the lighter out of her pocket.
She flashed it and Emmett grabbed it. “Not anymore, you don’t,” he said. “Scat, you varmints! And don’t bring back any rattlers this time!”
They scampered out, giggling and murmuring among themselves while Kit caught her breath.
“Nobody in the family ever comes here,” Tansy said as she and Emmett helped Kit up. “Can you guess why?” she added with a pointed glare at Emmett.
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