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Holland's hands were down at this point, already having made it clear that he wasn't going to try and pull anything funny.

"Damn brats are just pouring out of the woodwork now," he grumbled to himself, eyeing each and every one of them with a callous glare that was less belligerent and more irritated. He'd have to save the questions for until they'd all decide to settle down. "Blowing a hole in my crop, threatening to kill me, and then asking for my help?" He let out a defeated sigh and crammed his hands into his pockets, turning his back toward them as he headed back to the house. "Follow me. We'll patch up anyone who's taken a hit, you'll spend a night, and then you're gone. That clear?"

Whatever was going on here, he sure wasn't planning on becoming a part of it. And if they laid so much as a finger on his family, there'd be hell to pay, supernatural powers or otherwise. At least some of them seemed more cooperative than others. At any rate, the kids would be absolutely ecstatic from this kind of development and that was likely to cause a lot more trouble than it was worth. Anything new interested them, whether it happened to be new faces or entirely new cultures that must've spontaneously spawned some time during their lot spent away from the rest of society for so long, though he somehow doubted the validity of the latter.