Skin-walkers [COMPLETED]

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The other night, I was at a local bar.  I went up to the bartender for a drink, and I saw three of the men I worked with messing around.  They were talking about something paranormal happening down at camp.

The bartender didn't look happy with old folklore being brought up.  I felt sorry for him.  He probably had to deal with this all the time.  They knew nothing about it, and the bartender did his best to ignore it, or would always try to leave to serve other guests.

One man started in the bar started talking about skinwalkers, and the three men listened closely.  They already had a few more drinks than they should've, and were getting rowdy and loud.

The rest of the bar looked over, annoyed.  They looked stupid, so I started looking around.  My eyes landed on an old man in farmer's attire with Native American print, who was also listening closely.

He stood up, and approached the group.  As he did, he looked angry and he stood behind them, saying nothing.  One of the men on my team looked up, and asked him what he wanted.

The old man still said nothing.

I stood up, hoping none of the men would be stupid enough to start a fight with the old man.  He stood there, even as they started taunting him.

Eventually, the men on my team got bored, and turned around to talk again.  It wasn't until the word skinwalkers was thrown around again, was when he spoke.

"Stop talking about something you know nothing about."