Turning around with the saddle in hand he had every intention of hitting the hay himself, but stopped short when he felt the cold metal that could only belong to a barrel of a gun.
“Stop right there Mister.” A girl spoke forcefully as she pushed her rifle down to the middle of his back “State your business here before I shoot ya clear in two.”
He dropped the saddle and held his hands up “My name is Cole Bryant,” he said wishing he could turn and look at the spunky girl behind him- was this Christina?
“We ain’t never heard of a Bryant.” This time a young man joined them from the shadows, he also held a rifle in hand, and a small lantern that he put on a work table before stepping closer.
“Peter!” the girl all but yelled behind him “I told ya to go to bed! Have you just decided to stop listening to me all together?”
“Chris, lemme help- you can’t just hold someone at gun point by yourself- what if he outsmarted you?”
“Peter, I am the oldest I can take care of you! Now go back inside with Johna!”
Cole cleared his throat to keep from laughing, obviously Christina was far more spunky than he had originally thought- and she has siblings, that hadn’t even occurred to him.
“I am sorry to interrupt but I sure am tired… My name is Cole Bryant, and this land you’re standing on belongs to me.”