“Jed?” One of the boys said. “What if they won’t go? What if they’s stubborn?”

Jed’s eyes glowed red under the floppy brim of his hat. “Let them burn, then,” he said. With a flick of his wrist, he scattered magical sparks onto the dry grass before him.

The dry teeth around his neck rattles as he turned his back to the fresh gouts of flame and walked away.

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