Scott was as mad as a wet hen. Not so much a hen but he was wet and mad.
“When I get my hands on him…” Scott stomped from the barn and headed for the bath house.
Johnny was enjoying his hot bath and proud of himself getting the better of big brother. Unfortunately Johnny didn’t keep track of time, so he was still in the tub when the door slammed against the wall.
Scott crossed the floor in seconds and grabbed Johnny by the neck and pushed him under the water. Johnny came up sputtering, “What the hell…” He rubbed the soapy water from his eyes.
“Yes, little brother, what the hell?” Scott stood with his hands on his hips and tapped his foot. “Well?”
“Look it was jus a joke…” Johnny eased out of the tab and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. Big brother was pissed and he was unarmed.
Scott moved closer to block Johnny’s move for his gun, “Don’t even think about it.”
“Aw come on Scott, I’m sorry…” Johnny tried to slip out.
Scott lowered his head and sighed, it was all Johnny needed and he made his move. He slipped past Scott and headed for the open door.
The chase was on...