46: OLD POPS DICKSON

ARIEL'S POV Luke and I stood still while the baldheaded man kept his gun aimed at us without wavering. His large belly stood out prominently beneath his shirt, and his face was adorned with a snowy white beard. We couldn't help but notice the scar right across his cheek, and adding to the unsettling image, his mouth revealed a set of decayed teeth, which was kind of disgusting. I'd rather eat a dog poop than kiss those little guys for a million bucks. “And what are you two doing here?“ The baldheaded man asked, moving closer to the both of us. “Don't you know that this is my yard?“ he added with a raised eyebrow. Luke and I glanced at each other, with puzzled faces. “Am I talking to statues?“ He barked, and we had to look at me that very moment. Making a sound with his gun, he was fully prepared to fire at us. Luke and I lifted our hands right in the air. “Sorry to intrude sir. But trust me when I say this; we had no single clue this was your yard. We didn't even kn