Back Country Tales: The Changing
Switch flicked out a second blade with a click, and I backed away to my truck. They didn’t even seem to notice me much. They were all between seventeen and twenty-six. They all shared a hulking, strong figure, dead dark eyes and hair, and a mean disposition. “What the fuck are you boys doin here?” Said Reed Hardy, the eldest. Switch snorted loudly. “Beaten the shit outta your brother.” That was Switch. Jim stepped forward. “This is none of your business, Reed, just leave it alone.” He said calmly. I clciked the door of my truck open. Still no one noticed me. “Really? I see it different. I heard that your slut came onto Sid,” here he gestured to the beaten guy on the ground, “and you got bitchy about it.” Said Reed. Jim stepped …