The posse exuberantly made their neighborhood rounds. Suddenly, the black hombre strode out on to his property. The posse remembered him from previous encounters. A stare down ensued.
The posse boss decided to move on. The black hombre followed, guarding his property. The posse hesitated, surprised by the boldness.
Again, the posse boss decided not to confront the black hombre. Further down the trail, something flew in the morning breeze. The posse hesitated, was it friend or foe?
One posse member insisted it was friend and harmless. The other posse member is not convinced.