Misunderstood

Night Shift

 That night, he kept his lanterns out. His rifle staying mounted in the window for anyone approaching through the direction of the unknown house. Did he have reason for suspicion? He was not sure, but he always said; Better safe than sorry. He had his pistol in his holster, and extra clips by his side. Duncan was prepared to say the least, and he stayed in that window for four hours before retreating to his sleeping bag, laying by his rifle before quickly dozing off. During the night, he woke up abruptly to the sound of a wire cutter to the left of his house. He gulped, grabbing his rifle and stepping outside through his open window from before, moving to the side of his house where the noise was coming from. He rounded the corner, just as the culprit was dusting off his legs. Duncan had his rifle shouldered, as he stared down the figure in front of him. The two met eyes in the dark, Duncan thought about firing but he did not. He heard the figure take a breath before saying in a calm voice; "You gonna shoot me or what?" Duncan was surprised, he stuttered for a moment before managing to spit out; "Shut up!" This made the other man back up a little, his hands raising. "Sorry.. Sorry.." He said, as Duncan took a step forward. "How long have you lived around here?" Duncan asked, his finger still on the trigger of his large rifle. "A few months now, guessing you the one from earlier?" He asked Duncan. "W-What do you mean?" Duncan asked the unknown man, and he replied with a laugh. 'You mean you don't remember breaking into my damn house?" He said. Duncan took a breath, before lowering his gun a little. "I didn't know there was a house nearby. I guess it was instinct." He said, caressing the trigger slowly. "What's your name?" Asked the man. "Duncan, You?" "Jules. I'd say pleasure to meet you but you've got a rifle pointed at me." Duncan just almost smiled. 

//I will resume writing soon, to anyone who reads this.//