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a bright light shone through the window.
    He wasn’t alone in his disappointment.
    “Dammit. They’re back already,” she grumbled.
    “No. This company is worse than anything your government or planet could send against us.”
    “What do you mean?” she asked.
    Her house began to shake.
    “What the hell?” Fear widened her gaze as her home trembled. From outside, he could hear the rumble of anti-impact thrusters as a vessel came in for a less-than-subtle landing.
    “We need to leave,” he announced.
    “Why? Who’s coming?”
    “My enemy,” was his ominous reply.

Chapter Five
    “If ever the farm comes under attack, don’t forget I keep extra shot gun shells in the front hall candy bowl and a few spare guns in the trunk in the attic.” – Grandma’s philosophy on always being ready.
    Lips tingling, pulse racing, Jilly initially thought the shaking under her feet was passion induced, until his words penetrated.
    “What do you mean it’s your enemy?”
    However, Vile wasn’t answering. Instead, he tugged her away from the window and twirled her so her back faced it. Just in time, too.
    Glass shattered as a wave of force smashed into them. The impact sent her to her knees, and she grunted, mostly because a giant purple dude threw his body around hers, forming a protective cocoon. Good thing given the tinkling shower of shards that blasted past them.
    When the house stopped moving and the only thing they could hear was the rumble of the alien craft outside, he rose and yanked her to her feet.
    “I can see why they outlawed that ancient thruster design,” Vile complained.
    While Jilly had emerged mostly unscathed, she noted her alien shield hadn’t. Dark blood dripped from his left hand, and glints of glass sparkled in his hair. “You’re worried about their engines? What about the damage? And I don’t just mean to you.”
    The carnage around her—from the knocked over Christmas tree to the overturned furniture and shredded drapes—would have sent a normal woman fleeing in terror. It only served to piss Jilly off.
    As Vile, a hand in the middle of her back, propelled her from the destroyed living room to her kitchen, which had fared only slight better with its broken windows, Jilly uttered a nasty curse word.
    “Exactly how,” he asked in a conversational tone, “is encouraging my enemy to fornicate with thy mother an appropriate response to this situation?”
    It took her a moment to once again realize that modern slang wasn’t part of his handy-dandy translation gadget. “Think of the nastiest thing you can call a person. What I just said is the Earth equivalent,” was her retort.
    “Noted. Even if I don’t grasp it. Of more import than your odd Earth sayings, do you still have the artifact?” he asked as he peered through a window into her backyard.
    Surprisingly enough, she did, clenched in her fist. “I do.”
    “Excellent. In that case, we will vacate the premises while my enemy is disembarking. The gravity on your planet will give us somewhat of a lead. Do you have a terrain vehicle at your disposal or one nearby we can acquire?”
    “No need to steal a car. My truck’s parked out back by the barn. You can borrow it and run if you want, but I’m not leaving.” This was her land. If these space invaders thought they could just bust up her farm, then they had another thing coming. Like Hell was she letting them get away with it.
    Was facing down someone Vile recommended running from bright? Probably not, but Jilly had too much of her grandma in her to flee without a fight.
    Jilly snagged her shotgun from the floor where it had been knocked over. She checked the chambers to ensure they were loaded. She also swapped her bunny slippers for the boots by her back door and shrugged on a coat. If she was going alien varmint hunting, then she’d probably want to make sure she didn’t lose any body parts to frostbite in the attempt.
    “Your weapon won’t prove effective against the one