Watching the sheep graze, Billy Bob remembered the afternoon voices rose against him. He had been minding his own business when a crowd had formed around him. The small mob pressed close, red-faced and sharp-tongued, pointing and shouting at some “Billy” person. This Billy was accused of stripping the land, fencing greedily, and taking extra crops. Billy Bob had been stunned they had mistaken him for this ne’er-do-well. Fortunately the anger passed as quickly as it came, the Knights saw to that. He hoped they found the Billy responsible for the apparent destruction.

As he’d watched the sheep move gently across the slope, the memory had returned. He was surprised such fury had found him at all. Obviously he meant no harm, done farming the same way he’d always done it. He had not cheated anyone. He had only claimed ground no one used and worked it as he always had, trusted his instincts and made sure he and his had the food they needed.

That Billy fellow sure has whatever’s comin’ to him.