“You shouldn’t compare the warlocks with rodents. The extraordinary and spell-spinning men who still exist next to the lake wouldn’t appreciate it.”
Zeth nodded with respect. “No offense, of course.” The subject turned quickly, just as the weather could along the lake.
Zeth said, “You’ve got to be careful up here. A pack of coyotes has been seen numerous times. Sandra ran into them just last week. They’re hungry and not so nice.” He rubbed his chin. “Do you have a gun for protection?”
“Three in the cabin. They are registered.”
“What kind?”
“I have a Smith and Wesson twelve-gauge shotgun, a Ruger LC9 handgun, and a 30.06 Remington rifle with a Blazer scope. All three are loaded.”
Zeth nodded. “You’re protected then.”
Josh wanted to add: And I have you, Ranger Zeth, to look out for me. A hero in the forest. My real protection. But again, he didn’t share his thoughts with his woodsy friend, keeping them to himself and preventing himself from being overly forward.