ATR 4DALTON FAMILY BUSINESSATR 4 by A-Little-Tea-Rat
“The Daltons!” a woman wailed with the greatest woe from her window overlooking the street.
At once everything stopped. In mid-step men froze like a photograph of terror. Wagons halted. Children’s heads looked up from their games or where they worked with their elders. Every window held a pair of wide bulging eyes as those inside looked out into the direction the woman had thrust her finger. And all it took was one look. One second’s worth of a glance that would have been the biggest blur had it really been a photograph. Then the once laid-back, happy townsfolk became a frenzied coup of chickens fleeing away from the fox. With cries and feathers flying the street became a ghost town within the next few seconds.
Joe grinned with the greatest satisfaction, for very few other things in life gave him greater satisfaction than to be that fox that needed only to stand there to make the flock disperse. Their dispersing, naturally, did little good