"Where you from, boy?" Breckenridge didn't need an answer to that one. The Sergeant wrenched Clark's arm out of the pocket and twisted it behind his back. "Okay, sonny, we're going to walk through that gate over yonder, and you're gonna sit down and be a good boy while we call the police. If you make any trouble, I'm going to tear this arm off and shove it right up your ass. Let's go, boy."
"Ha ha" laughed bullet "Ah thought you pretty much afraid of me chasing your sister ah, rest assured, I am not interested in who woman, I just want to know can help me."