Oz responded quickly to the old man. "Just a moment Josh! I wouldn't miss it." He turned to face the stranger. The man was completely outlandish in his attire. The mask on his face set off all of Oswald's internal alarms. Oz set the wheelbarrow gently down. He'd been in plenty of fist fights, defending others but there was something about this person that just sent his spine crawling. Standing tall, Oz addressed him.

"Stranger, please present yourself. This is private land. You clearly aren't in attire to work. And..." He glanced at the mask again. No one with a good motive would hide their face. "We don't know you." Oswald's smile faded. He readied himself to move on the fly. Masks! They were a terrible sign.