Snippet #2345642

Westley awoke to the sound of the barn doors opening. He was no longer alone. He quickly ducked down behind some hay bales and put a hand over his mouth, making sure not to make any noise. Cautiously, he peeked around the hay to see what was going on, and there stood a pretty blond girl, who was probably not much younger than him. All of the horses stirred when she walked in, and his heart stopped. He thought for a moment that they might have been trying to alert her to his presence, but then he realized how ridiculous that sounded. She seemed oblivious to his presence, so it was okay. Silently, he waited for her to leave. Careful not to make any noise or sudden movement that might alert her to his presence. Eventually, she left the barn.

After waiting a little while longer to make sure she had left, he stood up and slipped his shirt on. He brushed the hay off his shirt and hopped down from the loft. Doing his best not to startle the horses. Unfortunately, his best wasn't enough. One of the horses started freaking out. Whinnying and bucking all around. He did his best to comfort it, and eventually it calmed down. Westley wiped the sweat from his brow and decided it was time to move on. Looking around the barn, he spotted an old plastic water battle. He grabbed it, and opened the barn door just a crack. Enough so that he could fir his body all the way through. He turned around and heard a click. The click of a gun.

"Stay where you are." said a masculine voice behind him. Westley flinched, his run was up. He'd been caught. He put his hands behind his head. "Damn." He thought. "You have one chance to explain why you're in my barn, on my property." said the voice, which he assumed now belonged to the farmer who owned the property. The property that he now had been caught trespassing on, illegally. That was a big crime, and that gave this man, the farmer, permission to practically do whatever he needed to do to get me off. Westley thought on his feet, "I apologize, sir. I am but a poor man in need of rest. If I have offended you in any way, I am truly sorry. I'll just be on my way now." He walked off towards the pond, but only managed to take a couple steps before he heard the man say, "What's your name, son?"

"Westley. Westley Anderson." he replied...