While Grandpa Crowe was laying in a bed surrounded by ice, Laz walked over to the barn with Bill, completely oblivious to what was happening. Although it might sound strange, Laz knew that even if his grandpa was here, he might not be in the right mind to know of Laz so he thought nothing of it.
Bill wasn't going to tell him anything either as he knew that this young man already had a lot on his mind and didn't want to add something else. Although Bill was worried, he was able to see ahead enough to know that his best friend of many years wasn't going to die just yet. Therefore, he found no reason to worry Laz.
"Alright Laz, your going to be working on just the bag today."
"What's up old man? Not planning on chasing me around the woods today?" Laz remarked somewhat sarcasticly.
"Did you want me to? Cause I've got a new type of soft plastic bullet I've been working on that hurts a hell of a lot more than a rubber bullet and might even break some bones."
