"The land is ours." Sam yelled, spit flying out of his open mouth. His pudgy face was red as a beet root, a vein on his forehead threatening to burst. Kafel, trying not to smirk, put a hand on Sam's shoulder to steady him.
"Sir, I sincerely doubt that. We've owned this land for the past seventy years. What makes you think we'll give it to you now?" Kafel shot a glance behind him, looking towards his elders for support. They kept their eyes down, as if ashamed at the teenage boy for sticking up for the land they'd owned for generations. Sam shifted his weighty boy from side to side, putting his hat back on.
He was dressed in an awful salmon colored tie, with a grey pinstriped suit. The buttons threatened to burst, as they where obviously meant for a slimmer man.
Kalef remember when he'd first moved down here, with Aunt Di and Uncle Pete, to join the community when their previous doctors had quit. Aunt Di and Uncle Pete where both surgeons and Kalef was seven. Kalef was fifteen now, almost an elder.
"Alright, how 'bout a deal?" Sam seemed to have calmed down a bit, so when he said this he gave Kalef a pat on the shoulder. Kalef shrugged it off. Sam had been nothing but rude since he'd got here. Ridiculing there homes and making the local school a laughing stock. They had paper, quills, desks. Why did they need all that fancy stuff? It wasn't just that, it was the fact that a lot of villages were a lot worse off, they didn't even have schools, or clothes or bread. .
"Why do you want this land anyway? It's in the middle of no where." Kalef asked him.
"I'll tell you what kid, of you haven't already guessed, your more of an imbecile that I thought. We're going to make this bush land the middle of everywhere!" He laughed, snorting as he did so. The two goons behind him did too. Where they bodyguards? They looked like they didn't know one end of a knife from the other.
"Look, kid. I'm not going to do anything bad to your home. I'm just going to buy part of it off you. You'll get money. Money equals good stuff." Sam had definitely recovered from his moment of rage, he was treating Kalef like a child. The goons behind him flexed their muscles threateningly, giving him sneers.
"Go somewhere else." Randy said from behind him. Those words where seconded by a the growing bunch of people gathering around Sam. Sam wasn't flustered though, nodding a the goons.
Before he knew it, Kalef was being held up against the rough stone of the kitchen wall. The goon who held him had tiny ears, comically ill proportioned . Kalef decided to call him Tinker bell. The other goon, who Kalef had christened Pimple, held Randy up on the opposite wall. The clearing was silent.
Sam paced the area, sneering at the cowering bunch of villagers pressed against their big oak.
"This is our land!" He roared, his face once again becoming red. "If I hear one more word from your pups I'm going to let my friends here" he pointed to his goons "teach these kids the meaning of punishment." Not a word was said. It was so quiet, you could hear the soft burrow of a rabbit, the nestling of a bird and the chirping of the crickets.
Kalef soaked in the sounds of his home, his environment, the place where he belonged. If he was going to die here, at the hands of Tinker Bell and Pimply, he at least wanted to hear those sounds. Sam smiled warmly, clasping his hands together.
"Where is your leader? So that we can strike a deal." Sam said. The quiet was interrupted suddenly by the sounds of hooves. Everyone turned towards the entry to the clearly. Out trotted a handsome mahogany Appaloosa, with an equally handsome man riding atop. He had sharp cheekbones, silky black hair and silver eyes. Lean and muscular, he frowned down on Sam. Sam flushed.
"Ranger Ian, at your service." The Ranger said, addressing the whole crowd. He gave Kalef a wink. Who was he? Apparently Sam was just as flabbergasted, he struggled for words. His goons looked at each other and nodded, once, twice.
"I'm hear on orders from Todd, the regular leader of the town. Any problems here, sir?" Ian said, smiling down at Sam.
"How 'bout you get off that damn horse so that we can talk like men?" Sam sneered. Ian shrugged, slipping quietly off the Appaloosa. But it was a mistake. As soon as he had landed on the ground, Pimple slipped a revolver into his hand, shooting at Ian's head.
All hell broke loose as the bullet struck home. Ian slumped to the ground, his honest face lifeless. Tinker bell let go of Kalef. The Appaloosa reared his hooves, smashing skulls to pulp. Red mess, brains, everything smeared the ground as the goons and the Appaloosa let loose. Pimple slitted throats, Tinker Bell lived up to his name, spinning in a deadly dance of knives. Sam stood in the middle of the chaos, wearing a smirk. Kalef charged.
Nothing could touch him. Not the horse, the goons or anything. His fingernails clawed down Sam's face, leaving bloody streaks. He flicked his knife out of his back pocket and slammed into into Sam's skull. He crumpled to the ground, blood pouring from his eyes, nose and mouth.