• X - M E N •
Just Because Someone Stumbles And Loses Their Way Doesn't Mean They're Lost Forever.
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[X-Men Origins: Wolverine - X-Men: Days of Future Past]
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AN OLD CHEVROLET PICK UP TRUCK RATTLED DOWN A SNOW-COVERED ROAD THAT PASSED ACRES OF FROZEN FARM FIELDS. A GOOD SAM CLUB STICKER WAS PASTED ON THE REAR BUMPER.
Travis and Grace Hudson, a farmer in his late 60s, and his 12-year-old granddaughter were bundled up in heavy parkas. Travis drove as Grace talked.
"You think grandma will like the flowers I got her?" Grace asked him, holding onto the bouquet of Primroses in her hand.
"Yep." Travis nodded his head, looking out towards the road to their farm.
"You think they're pretty flowers?"
"Yep." He repeated.
"Oh, c'mon, gramps!" Grace argued as he only gave her one worded answer. "Yep. Yep. I'm your favourite granddaughter, and all I get is 'yep'."
"You're my only granddaughter." Travis laughed, glancing at the large smile across Grace's face.
"Not my point." Grace joined in on the laughing. "My point- Gramps! Watch out!" Grace screamed as Travis turned in time to see a naked man sprint across the snow and slip inside a red sheep barn. "I think there's a naked man in the barn."
"Yep." Travis sighed as he parked the pickup. "You stay here." Travis ordered Grace, but she had already grabbed the shotgun that was hidden under the passenger seat.
Grace, holding the shotgun, followed her grandfather, who had his own shotgun, as he cautiously slid the barn door open. He quickly glanced back at Grace, shaking his head as she didn't listen to him. They advanced slowly into the barn, sunlight from the open door falling on the scattered straw. A vintage motorcycle covered in a tarp stood near the sidewall.
Travis and Grace looked inside each of the sheep pens. The thick-wooled sheep, ready for breakfast, bleated hopefully. In the third pen, Grace found the naked man, who had covered himself with straw. "Uh, gramps?" Grace called out, aiming the shotgun at the man. A few curious sheep sniffed at the fugitive's face.
"Son...." Travis sighed as he stared at the man. "What in hell are you doing?"
"Sorry." The man shrugged his shoulders. "It's a little cold out there."
"Uh, huh." Grace nodded her head sarcastically. "It's the middle of January and you got no clothes on."
"That's probably it." The man sheepishly smiled at the young girl.
"Gracie." Travis whispered to his granddaughter, signalling to lower her shotgun, as he did the same. "You're not on the drugs, are you?"
"No, sir." The man shook his head.
"Just had a rough night?" Travis asked him.
"Pretty rough, yeah." A small chuckle came from the man's mouth.
