Chapter 35

"Don't move or you're dead." Wyatt held his gun to the intruder's head and took off the safety. "Put your hands on your head."

The man stood perfectly still, didn't move. He quickly complied with the request, especially after Wyatt actually hit his head with the barrel of his gun.

Wyatt kicked his feet apart and searched the man's pockets, patting him down with one hand while the holding the man's hands together on his head. He found a gun in the man's waistband, removed it, and put it in his waistband. He proceeded to frisk him, looking for additional weapons, and found a large pocketknife in the side of his boot.

"Who are you?"

"Joe, Joe Sneed."

"Can't you read the No Trespassing signs?"

Joe shrugged.

"What are doing on my property?"

"I was lookin' for someone."

"Who?" Wyatt asked without turning him around.

"What do ya mean?"

"Who were you looking for?" Wyatt enunciated each word to make sure he understood them.