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"Do ya see 'eem?" The whisper seemed awfully loud in the darkness behind the big old house.
"Shhhh, Gommy. You have to be really quiet. Are you sure you saw someone out here? It wasn't just in your mind?" Dillon asked softly.
"I swear it, Dill, really. He was just huge, and he was way back there by that broken fence thing." Gom pointed out toward the back of the big empty yard. Dillon looked out there, but saw nothing unusual. The grass was sparse in the summer heat of middle Texas. It grew a little thicker at the back where the old log was pushed up against the falling down fence. "He was just standing so still, like a statue. He never moved at all. I was too scared to do anything fer a minute." Bless his heart, Gom was scared a lot.
"That's okay, Gom."
"Then I heard you and I knew I'd be okay. You gonna go see if he's out there?" Gommy, short for Montgomery--which was way too big a name for the tyke--had very big eyes and they were perfectly round. He worshipped Dillon with a single-minded passion.
"Nah. Not tonight, Gom. If he tries anything, we'll be ready. But thanks for letting me know. Good eye, buddy. We'll keep watch and see if he's up to something. A big guy, huh?" Dillon ruffled Gom's hair, .
"Huge, Dill. He had muscles ever'where and he was wearin' those clothes like the soldiers wear so nobody can see 'em."
"Camouflage. Okay, well, let's go in. I'm sure the others are hungry. We'll get everyone settled, and maybe Tommy'll sing for us. That always calms everyone down. If not, I'll make up a story or two. How's that?" They left the tiny back porch, little more than rickety steps, and headed back in. Dillon Kramer had found out earlyon that his ability to create stories and relate them with whatever feeling was called for at the time was a great way to settle the young boys in his care. But, man, that Tommy could sing like an angel. That worked, too. If all of them were upset about the strange man, it might take both him and Tommy tonight.