“Anybody with that big a nose, and that many cats, has to be a witch.”
The chunky man’s voice was obviously accustomed to being listened to.
“All the more reason not to annoy her, then.”
“I’ll annoy who I want. All I’m saying is that nobody will mind if we run her out of town. Right?”
He bulked his muscles and stared belligerently around him. Nobody, it seemed, cared to take up the challenge. He laughed coarsely.
“C’mon. Let’s go get us a farmstead.”
To this day nobody is entirely sure how he came to shoot himself in both kneecaps…