Thread: Good Things come in threes (nursemaxine and Davethehuman)

The small town of Jessieville, Arkansas was about as backwoods as could be. The town had one coffee shop, market, and gas station and they were not Starbucks, Walmart, or Marathon. Years back, a businessman tried bringing the people of Jessieville into the 21st century by building a McDonalds. Every step along the way was met with resistance and mysterious shortfalls. Needless to say, the plans didn't pan out. While it was apparent that the residents of Jessieville did not want commercialism in their town, they also didn't like strangers. So when Josie was lucky enough to be able to break free, flagging a vehicle wouldn't help. Here, southern hospitality did not apply to strangers. The truck continued down the road toward the orange setting sun, and the driver likely didn't feel the slightest amount of remorse. However, not all of the residents would have done the same. As he walked through his woods, David Miller was not happy. A pack of coyotes, damn near the size of wolves, had forced their way on his farm and dragged away his largest lamb. Unfortunately, David knew the lamb was long gone, but that wouldn't stop him from wiping out the pack to protect the rest of his livestock. Equipped in tall boots, light brown pants, a tight green tshirt, and a .308 hunting rifle , the muscular 6'2 man was ready for work. He had been following a mixture of tracks and blood for almost a half hour, and was surprised the pack had dragged the lamb so far. These were determined creatures who seemed to know better than staying too close to his farm. David kneeled down and looked at the tracks. Counting how many coyotes there were was tricky. Coyotes weren't like dogs, with identical sized paws. Instead, their front paws were always at least a little larger than their rear ones. After examining the tracks for a while, he guessed there were approximately six coyotes. As the man rose to continue tracking, he heard a scream in the distance. It was definitely a woman. His first thought was that the coyotes were looking for another meal. Slinging his rifle over his shoulder, the large man began running. There was no time for stealth. Running at full speed, the man lept over fallen trees, splashed through puddles of mud, and felt the whip of branches across his face and arms. He came bounding up a hill, and once he reached the top, he saw two men roughly dragging two small blondes deeper into his woods. David knew these men, local trouble named Bill Hames and Joe Bradson. They were as dumb as they were dangerous, so David slowed his movements to gain the best advantage. Hearing the two women struggling and being dragged, he heard Bill say Damnit, the other got away. to which Joe replied There's no cell service for miles. What's she gunna do? David turned from behind a large oak tree, mere yards from the four of them. Their noisiness had allowed a man, even as large as David, to get right next to them. Staring at them with his piercing blue eyes, David said in a cold tone Get your hands off them, and then don't move one inch. David had learned that you never pointed a rifle at someone unless you were ready to kill. So right now, it was still slung on his shoulder in plain sight. However, the veins on his large arms were pumping, visibly ready for a fight. As he eyed the two men like an eagle eyes prey, David said to the two women Is there another one of you? Don't go running for her just yet, the woods aren't safe. Bill and Joe... coming onto my land looking to harm women. Any other rural town and I could ventilate you both with bullets, and the Sheriff would pat me on the back. It's a shame, but I still can stop you.