James Hopkins was enjoying a warm spring day out on his property, as he often did. He loved the outdoors and the quiet, and he loved working with his hands. At the moment he was just doing some light gardening. Mostly just trimming the bushes around his house, though he was doing a little pruning of some of his prize rosebushes as well. The two things James was most proud of were his roses and his apples. James's well tanned skin was just beginning to glisten with a little bit of sweat when some movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. His sharp, emerald eyes honed in on a pair of slight figuresr walking across the edge of the woods bordering his estate and heading toward his orchard. He growled with disbelief that people were still daring to trespass on his land. A decidedly scary smirk emerged on his face as he lowered his pruning shears and set them on the ground as he arose to his feet.
James Hopkins hated trespassers. He enjoyed the peace and solitude of his estate and the presence of intruders upset him greatly. That being said there was one thing James enjoyed about trespassers, and that was setting them straight and making sure they never dared to set foot on his property again. Wearing a pair of well worn jeans and a simple white undershirt, James snaked his way to the edge of the woods. At 6'2 and close to two hundred pounds, James was not a small man. His body was well toned and muscular from constant physical work on his property. That being said James was an outdoorsman and could move as silently as the most fearsome hunter in the woods. He circled quietly around the edge of the woods and moved in behind the intruders. As he got closer he could see that the intruders were a young girl and a young boy, and that they seemed to be looking very intently at his apples. James slowly and quietly worked his way closer and closer remaining deeper in the woods than the pair he was stalking. Hopkins could see that the boy was clearly dragging the girl along, and he made note of that. He would wait for the perfect moment to act, to assure that he caught this intruders and showed him that he truly meant no trespassing!
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