The folly of youth (part 3)

Jim shook his head. "How about we cut the bullshit. I am tired and sore, and old. I am losing my hair and losing my patience. What is it you want?"

Robert felt his anger rise. "Fine, here's the deal. We made your son and daughter a business proposition, he turn us down..."

Jim cut him off. "Good for him, you seem like an asshole."

Robert started walking for the old man, as he went he pulled out his gun. "We also spoke to your nephew. We don't like being told no. People who tell us no get hurt. Their family gets hurt. Their kids get hurt." Robert stopped just out of Jim reach. "After we are done here we are going to see your brother Roland..."

Jim cut him off again. "That should be easy, he lives about half a mile from here. That is his house on the hill there."

"We know..."

"Other then that we have no other neighbors."

Robert looked back at his armed men. "We would like you to talk some sense into your children."

"No." The word was spoken quietly, calmly.

Robert shook his head. "No?" He gestured to his men and started walking onto the porch. "Maybe we should go inside and talk about this."

Jim jabbed Robert in the chest with the end of his cane. The young man staggered off the steps and nearly fell into the dirt. He caught himself, set his feet and stood up to his full height. Enraged Robert pointed his pistol at the older man.

Jim just smiled. "The glory of young men is their strength, and the beauty of old men is the gray head. Proverbs chapter 20 verse 29."

Robert cocked the hammer on his gun. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Jim shifted his weight off his cane. "Simple, you and yours come out here sure in your numbers and young age. While I am 73 years old and I didn't get to this age sitting on my ass. I got here killing smarter men then you."