“I’m standing my ground.”
Bill rested his hand on his concealed Glock.
“It is just some poor homeless guy, just let him be,” his wife said.
The man bent and tied his shoe by Bill’s trunk.
“Get away from that car!”
“Wait here,” Bill said.
As Bill approached, the homeless man stood and said something Bill’s wife couldn’t hear.
Rather shooting, Bill walked to the man. They exchanged words, shook hands, then Bill handed him cash.
His wife walked over, after the man left.
“Who was that?” she asked.
“My brother.”