Chapter 39

Winston took their weapons, retrieved his and Grandpa’s, and tied them up. They hooked the trailer up to the car, loaded the men into it, blindfolded them, and Grandpa and Travis drove them several miles off.

As they drove, Grandpa said, “I can’t believe they snuck up on us. And like a damned fool, I failed to have my gun under my shirt. First time, and it bit me in the ass. We should just shoot them. That will ensure they don’t attack anyone else and don’t come back here.”

Travis objected. “Grandpa, that’s murder. We are not that bad yet.”

“They’ll come back.”

“You don’t know that. They probably don’t know where we live or how they got there.”

“Only you and I will know. We need to shoot them.”

“No. And that’s final. I won’t be a part of murder.”

“It’s not murder. It’s an execution. They committed felonies. I found them guilty, and I sentence them.”

“No, Grandpa, no. It’s wrong. I can’t live with myself.”