The shrinking ray

The driver, in a black ski mask, turned to stare at me.

So the two sat crouched up and silent, till they heard the horn blowing at the field-gate, which was the summons home to any wanderers belonging to the farm, and at this hour of the evening, signified that supper was ready. It was almost as rigid as a sheet of metal.

1. Where There Is Hope.
2. Les cinq piliers de lIslam (French Edition);
3. Bad Dont Mean Wrong: A Western Novel.

Out of the shadows walked a man well over six feet tall.

Or perhaps one day as kinsmen.