Vince was in luck. The farm that was on his uncle's map was intact. Whoever had built it moved on long ago.
"Wait here." He told Sarganno.
Just because the original occupants had moved on didn't mean that the place was empty. Blade in hand, he slowly moved up to the side of the building. Listening close, he heard nothing. Vince moved along the side of the wall. Upon reaching the entrance he slowly turned the nob. The house was old and in need of repair. Vince opened the door and made his way inside.
It looked to be empty at first. No one came out to see him and no noise could be heard. Then he heard it; snoring. Moving from what must have been the livingroom to a bedroom he looked in. A huge bald man nearly seven feet tall slept uncovered snoring loudly. It was the work of a moment for Vince. His blade across the man's throat, he woke him.
"Son-of-a-bitch!" He cursed.
"Get out, now." Vince said.
"You don't have any right to this property." His anger was palpable.
"Neither do you, I wager. And I'm the one holding the blade. Now get out."
Vince hated doing it but he knew not everyone was innocent either.
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