“Wait.” Randell held up a hand. “Climb…that?”
“Yeah,” I replied. “It’ll be fun. Look at it.”
“I see. I see a fence and No Trespassing signs just back there.”
I shrugged. “No signs here.”
“That’s not how that works,” Randell said.
“Oh well, I’m a free spirit. Ever heard that song, Signs? ‘Put up a fence to keep me out, or to keep all the nature in,'” I sang.
“Yeah, I know it.”
“Besides, who’s gonna know? You gonna tell?”
We slipped the fence just before three large, rifle toting patches of grass rose up.
“That’s far enough boys.”
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