Johnny sat with Sally on the front porch, overlooking the lake in their yard. ‘They’s ain’t seen nothin’, yet, Sal, these drifters. They ain’t never seen nature like we’s got in store for ‘em.’ The wind whipped up as he spoke, leaves twirling by his feet. ‘The trees ain’t done this in years, not years,’ he whispered, leaning toward her, handing her their son. ‘My Gramps used to talk about this - when nature comes alive - he said. Whenever too many bad folk get in the way of what’s good - that’s when nature exerts ITS free will.’
She took the baby from her husband.
‘It’s okay, Sal. We got enough stores, relax.’