“Name’s William Turner, but I don’t take kindly to the Baggins. This is my’s land cause my father told me!” William stepped to the opposite side, both walking in a circle like wolves before the blood is shed. “If it’s your land and my land than why does my father tells me you are thieves?” Zak questioned, stepping to the right. “I ain’t no thief, you are the thief.” William accused, stepping to the left. Zak stopped; a confused look crossed his freckled face. “If you aren’t a thief and I aren’t no thief… Then why is you here?” William stopped too, his blue eyes never leaving Zak. “Hunting for that deer that you’s killed.” Zak looked at the dead deer, his face realizing something that Willie did not. “So you’s snuck out of yo papas house to hunt for a deer? So did I.” Zak lowered his gun, a smile crossed his face. “I never met a Turner before and you’s don’t seem so’s bad,” Willie lowered his gun too. “I thinks our pap’s was lying to us saying that we are not suppose to talk to each other. I’s like you William Turner, you want to play?” William was confused but saw what Zak was talking about, maybe his father was wrong about the Bagging’s. William lowered his gun and smiled back “Sure I will play with you, let’s play robbers!” Zak jumped up in down in excitement “I love that game!” And that was the start of a forbidden friendship.
William walked through the forest to his house, feeling tired after the long day of playing with Zak. It has been three weeks since they first meet and they have been sneaking away from their chores to play together. The snap of a twig behind him made William freeze. Was Zak following him? William took hold of his hunting gun, gripping it tightly in his child hands. He swung around and pointed the barrel at the intruder only to gasp in shock. “Henry?!” Henry jumped away from the gun, his eyes big with fear. “What in the blue blazes are you doing out here?” William questioned lowering his gun so as not to scare him any more than he is. “I was just looking for boo-berries Willie,” “Liar!” William shouted, his hands shaking “You followed me didn’t ya cause their aren’t no blue berries in this dag gum wood!” Henry’s eyes got bigger than the Mississippi, his lip quivered. “Saw’s you pwaying with anoder kid and I’s wanted to pway too…” Henry confessed. William grabbed his brother’s shirt collar, pushing him to the tree. “How long have you’s been following me?” Henry was silent. “Answer me!” Henry sniffed back a tear, “Since the ghost came to the house. I thought he had eated you’s so I’s went and found you’s pwaying with’s the Baggins’s boy.” Something inside Willie snapped, he slapped his brother smartly on the face. Henry shouted back a startled cry as he placed his little hand on the red hand print that flashed on his face. William breathed in harshly, his anger still boiling, but he stopped and stared at the small dripping of blood from his mouth.
away from William but he could tell that he was holding a gun. William raised and walked into the clearing, he leaned against a tree trunk casually with his leg crossing over the other. “You have some nerve showing up here.” William spoke, his voice echoing. The boy turned around in a whirl, his gun hanging slack on his shoulder. His green eyes full of fear as he stared at the stranger that stood in the shadows. “Who is you’s?” The teenager said shakily. William smiled coldly and stepped into the moon light, the boom of guns and screaming still roared. “An old friend.” Was all he said. The boy stared, his mouth gaping with shock. “William?! What you’s doing here?” The smile on Williams face disappeared, the look of cold and revenge replaced it. “You know why I am here. I am here because of what you did to my brother.” Henry looked confused. “13 years ago you and your father,” William spat at the word father, “Killed a little Turner kid.” William put his hand on his 13 year old gun. “He was only two, and you murdered him.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Zak breathed out, William smiled at the sound of fear in his voice. “You’re lying Zak, I can tell because you are a murderer.” The snap of a twig caught them both off guard, a Baggins man rushed out raising his gun toward William. “Leave my son alone!” William drew his gun, Zak raised his gun too. William shot at the man, hitting him square in the forehead. The man crumpled forward, falling onto William making his gun fly out of his hand. The gun flew and hit Zak on his head causing him to fall. William pushed the dead man off of him, blood smearing his face and clothing. He reached