Guy slammed his fist on the counter, being inside before anyone noticed he had moved. "guys we have a serious problem, qwhat if the news come, they'll know, and I'll, and they'll" he was angry, thought he lived here since he was 16 he was used to his home in the desert, were you beat people and asked questions later, and thought he was usually timid, he was more fierce than a tiger on Tuesday when you rustled his jimmies. Guy pulled his sleeves up and grabbed them both by the collar of there shirts. "now listens here, the forestry would have caught it if it blew away. So one of you have it," he didn't look like much, barley weighting in at the banta weight but he knew from personal experience he could knock men twice his size out with less that 5 hits, and with all the mining he had increased the power behind his fist. He wasn't one to drop things, and he was ganna get the picture and burn it, he would burn the whole town down if he had to. If it got out he was still alive who knows who'd come to kill him, and if his family found him on a gay novel, he would have twice as many people coming at him. He sighed as he put them down, he remember the lessons he learned from his 5 years here "sorry. that was rude,'' he looked at them and smiled, almost psychotically "now would you too be a doll and give it back? then we could go and have a nice meal on me" He wasn't about to get caught again, he was done with bare knuckle boxing.