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Then at the fence.
Then at the boys.
His expression never changed.
That should have scared them.
It didn't.
Because teenagers are fearless.
Or stupid.
Sometimes both.
"What happened?"
Three hands shot up.
Simultaneously.
All talking at once.
"It was his fault."
"No, it wasn't."
"He distracted me."
"I did not."
"You absolutely did."
"You drove the tractor."
"You yelled."
"You looked."
"You should've been watching."
Beast slowly removed his sunglasses.
That finally got their attention.
The oldest one pointed at the tractor.
"He hit the fence."
The accused immediately pointed back.
"He told me I could fit."
"You couldn't fit."
"You said I could."
"I was joking."
