Put my hands on my hips. Guess he was startin shit again. "Like what?"
"Yeah, well, my grandma did have a lead foot. But I'm sure I could find a ride if you don't wanna take me back there." I gestured to all of the cars in the garage. If worse came to worse I'm sure I could call up Bobby and he'd give me permission to hot wire one of the cars.
Rolled my eyes at him. "I never said that. Just hunters are used to cops and feds bein' all know it all assholes. And, when it comes down to provin' that they know what they say they know... they don't know shit." I had already decided that Paul didn't fall into this category.
"Marines, during 'Nam. He did three voluntary duties right in the thick of it. Learned at an early age that you don't wake him up out of a sound sleep by touchin' him." He had me pinned on my back by my throat in less time than it took me to blink.
Heard the thunder rolling in and decided that it'd be best to get that firewood. "Let's get some firewood before it gets soaked." Let my way out half way past the barn to a wood pile and started grabbing a couple of logs to take inside.