âHave you seen them here, in the woods?â
âI came upon them shooting squirrels for fun and accosted them. I told them a decent person respects the lives of animals and doesnât hurt or kill them for sport.â He sighs and strokes his beard, something he does when heâs thinking.
âWhat happened?â
âUnfortunately I angered them,â he says. âThey called me a stupid old man. Sean pointed his gun at me and said maybe he should shoot me instead of squirrels. They all laughed. Then one of them shoved me hard enough to knock me down. They told me to mind my own businessâit wasnât against the law to shoot tree rats.â
âI canât believe anyone would treat you that way. Donât they know who you are?â
âApparently not.â The Green Man gives me a sad smile. âLouts like them always pick on those they perceive as weak and unable to defend themselves.â
It scares me to think that Sean, T.J., and Gene could treat the Green Man as if he were just another weak old man like the sad homeless men in the park. âWhy didnât you tell them who you are and smite them with lightning?â
âBelieve me, Brendan, I would have liked to do that very much, but the laws of the Green Wood prevent me from meeting violence with violence. I go in peace in the forest and leave punishment to a higher authority.â
I try to understand, but I wish the Green Man were allowed to punish Sean and his gang of miscreants.
The Green Man leans over and gives me a gentle nudge. âNow to speak of more mundane matters, my belly is hoping youâve brought food with you.â
I pull a lunch out of my backpack and solemnly divide it between us. He wolfs his sandwich down so fast, I give him half of mine.
After heâs eaten, he lies back on the mossy ground and sighs in contentment. âNothing like a full belly.â
He looks as if heâs about to drift into one of his long naps, but instead he props himself up on one elbow and stares into the bushes as if heâs looking for someone. âWhere is my little princess of the woodland?â
âSheâs never here on weekends,â I tell him, trying to keep the envy out of my voice. âHer parents take her placesâthe beach, the mountains, all sorts of places Iâve never been.â I pick up a stick and scratch lines in the dirt. Maybe Iâll draw a house. Or noâa castle might be better. With a moat and high walls and a dungeon where they keep the dragon.
âLast Saturday, they went to Kings Dominion.â I concentrate on my castle while I tell him. âShea rode the Rebel Yell five times. Today sheâs going white-water rafting on the Shenandoah River, near Harpers Ferry.â
âI suppose youâd like to do that.â
I shrug. âI might be scared.â
âI wouldnât care for it,â the Green Man says. âAn inner tube is safer. You float along slowly. Just you and the river and the birds singing in the woods.â
âShea says the river has rapids. And waterfalls. People drown sometimes.â
He frowns. âI hope sheâs careful.â
âMe too.â I picture Shea spinning down a river, heading straight for a huge waterfall. I see myself rescuing her. Perhaps Iâd swing down on a rope from a tree and snatch her from the very brink of destruction. Iâd be her hero.
In the back of my mind, Mrs. Clancy says,
The very ideaâa boy like you rescuing someone? Donât make me laugh. Youâre the one who needs rescuing
.
I swat a mosquito. Where did that come from? I donât need rescuing. Or do I?
Do I?
Suddenly the woods seem to gather around me. The air is heavy, hot and thick with humidity. Mosquitoes swarm around my head. Gnats nibble at my ears.
Nothing bothers the Green Man. Heâs fallen asleep and begun to snore, probably exhausted from his journey. His chest rises and