Gruffly, Owen stepped back and wiped away the glob that clung to his eyelid. His face was red. The color of the red hills off in the distance. Red with rage and embarrassment and suppression. He knew that he needed to be on his best behavior, and he knew that just one swing at these idiots could get their probation revoked. Usually Owen had plans. He was calculated that way, always having a plan B, C, D, and sometimes even E. Dust, however, was his only plan. Being kicked out was something that Owen couldn't handle right now. Owen needed to get back on balance before he could come up with more plans. And this incident wasn't helping his optimistic spirit.
About to say something foul, Owen held his baby boy close to his chest, as if to shield the young one from the words that were about to fly from his mouth. But before he had a chance to spit fire Robin took the reins. Owen would live vicariously though Robin for now. As much as he loved and trusted his brother in-law, Owen would much rather Robin be banished than him and Ginny and the twins. Owen's dark sweaty hair began to drip as the elevation of irritation grew between the men. The older man cocked his head while the younger one cracked his knuckles impatiently. Owen noted that they at least had the manners to allow Robin to finish his speech before beating the shit out of him.
Ready to hand over Micah and join his brother in some real life action, Ginny interrupted the manly process. "Because these gentlemen are going to escort us home. Isn't that right boys? Because it would be pretty pathetic not to help a family with newborns and a woman who just gave birth, less than a week ago, home, wouldn't it?" Owen raised his eye brows at her last comment. There was the spicy woman that he had married. Though he felt smug knowing that this woman of his could charm the pants off of these farm folks, he kept the initial look of surprise on his face.
After the first string of shame that Ginny blasted at them the older of two rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right," he mumbled, throwing his hands into the air. He approached Ginny with a dirty grin before saying "You don't know anything about this town, lady." The man had a point, though Owen did have a feeling that most of the people in town were loyal to Noah. Ginny remained perfectly sweet and the older man walked away just before sending them a heart warming "Fuck off."
The younger of the two, however, stood there with bambi eyes. He was obviously the sidekick in this situation. The sidekick that didn't really want the glory. He took off his tattered baseball cap that said '49ers', a slogan that Owen didn't understand. The boy was completely different once that hat was removed. "I..." he started, unsure of how to apologize for his behavior. Ginny kept at him, and by the end of her little talk he was wrapped perfectly around her finger. Regardless of Ginny he was still ready for a fight and looking crooked at Robin to make sure there was no funny business. After gaining enough trust in them he glanced down at his shoes. They did need repair. That was true. A lot of shoes needed repair in Dust. In fact, that was the most needed and least talked about thing in Dust. Shoes were usually hand-me-downs, but by the time they reached their third owner they should've been trash.
"I'll take you up on that." He said more confidently, moving away from the men and walking cautiously toward the shack that they called home. The kid personally didn't understand why these new people were being treated so poorly, yet given so much attention. His father was amongst the group of traditional Dusties. His father had taught him that anything and everything form the outside was bad, even good people. He wasn't quite sure about that though.