"When I'm pretty sure they don't belong on that private property, I do," she replied, hands on her hips and her chin jutting at a stubborn angle. This lady was so calm about things and for a half second Cassie was starting to think maybe she'd gotten it wrong. Maybe the screaming was the t.v. or, judging by what this chick was wearing, there could be some weird gross thing going on in the house that Cassie didn't want to know about. Still, the stuff splotching the snow did look remarkably like blood.