The Drive

You sit in the passenger seat while your dad drives the truck. With all the gear and bags in the back, you occasionally hear ruckus of stuff moving coming from the back. As you snack on some chips so you can pass the time, driving past various farms and trees.

FATHER: "Since it's our family's land, nobody should be there."

YOU: "But, how old is the land anyways?"

FATHER: "We've owned that land since the early 1700's.. In one of the drawers in the cabin, you can find some old ranger pistols."

YOU: "Well, have you or anyone else in the family ever fought there?"

FATHER: "Oh yea, years ago. The day your grandfather died, there was a war between our family and a small humanoid clan.. a bunch of mixed up animals who wanted us to join and go against the government. You could probably guess what we've decided."

YOU: "Why disagree with them, the government is trying to get us."

FATHER: "The government would easily apprehend us, or even kill us. It would have been a waste of lives. After we disagreed, we fought and drove them back when they attacked."