Allissa

Two men came into the village like they owned the dirt under it.

They were big enough to matter in a small place. Leather, bad attitudes, and a swagger that said they had done this a hundred times and nobody had ever told them no.

I knew the type before either of them opened his mouth. Every one has seen one. A bully who found a bigger stick.

They walked straight to our table, because we were the strangers. Strangers mean coin.

The bigger one planted himself in front of Finn and crossed ...