John, Chris, and I had talked about it, we knew what we were doing. First it felt as if we had wandered in uninvited. After a few steps we knew this would either be the greatest moment of our lives, or the end to us all.
A sudden nod to Chris as he peered around the corner. Not a single disturbance. The electricity ran through me with giddy excitement. John brushed his hand through his coarse hair, "You gotta do it". A few pieces of grass and clung to his unkempt head, his legs shaking as if it were mid winter.
I eased my hand up, grasping a soft corner of our prize only to feel the sharp pain of leather on my skin.
"You dirty sons of a bitches!"
Mr. Klausman had thwarted my hand away with the swiftness of a fencer. "That pie ain't going to feed your worthless bellies, scum!"
We bolted for the fence line and ran to Hervis' Burrow as fast as the wind blew.