Chapter 20

“You like it when I blow pot smoke into your face, don’t you?”

I said nothing in response, blinking a number of times and beginning to cough.

He blew smoke into my face a second time, and I found the courage to weakly say, “Stop with the smoke. I’m really not into marijuana.”

He poked the tip of a bronze-colored handgun into my left bicep again. “Could have fooled me the way you were sneaking around my property. Didn’t your uncle teach you any manners? Neighbors usually don’t like trespassing. I don’t know how you city boys do it, but we don’t create friendly neighbors like that up in these parts.”

“Can you please untie me?” I asked, beginning to squirm on the cot.

Kane laughed again, heartily, with smoke exiting his mouth and nostrils like a dragon, and with wide, red eyes, obviously stoned.

He rubbed the end of the handgun against one of my nipples and said, “You’ve been a very bad young man.”