3 Chapter 3

“You’re overreacting,” I told him. “Calm down. I just need some quiet.”

He stepped a few feet closer to me and pointed at my chest with an outstretched Octoberfest brat-size finger but didn’t touch me. “And you’re trespassing, buddy. I suggest you take your trust fund, faggot ass back where you came from and mind your own business.”

Touché. He wasn’t in the wrong about my trespassing and obviously had the potential to call the police on me. I didn’t want to chance that. No reason to get on the local law’s bad side. I backed away, slowly. In doing so my right heel clipped a branch and I began to fall backwards. Both feet slipped out from under me. My arms swirled in circles, attempting balance, which failed. Before I knew it, I plummeted to the woodsy earth, conscious but barely able to breathe, having had the wind knocked out of me quite suddenly.