Tom fired the gun at Fred’s head and almost fell from atop the hay he was perched on.
“Holy poop! What are you doing!?!” Fred yelped as a pieces of shrapnel hit the wall behind him.

“Gettin’ revenge you jerk!” Tom howled as he loaded his gun again. Fred ran for the barn door, pushing it open and diving out of the red-walled hay storage facility.

“Git back here ya’ coward!” Tom roared as he jumped down. Fred’s breathing could be heard throughout the compound.

“You can’t run..and you can’t hide.” Tom whispered. The shotgun smashed through the glass window into the manure house. It pointed towards Fred, slumped in the corner.

“Bye bye baby.” Tom chuckled.

The gun went off.

“Tommy!? What da’ hell was that?!” Papa called.

“Nothing Papa, just a coyotee, I scared em’ away though. Looks like some punk broke our glass though. I’ll fix it.”

“Grgh.” Papa grunted as he turned back into the white house.