"They're laid out along the fence, waitin' fer ye," he warned them.

"Git out the road.

Come by the fields.
Per the Lord's sake, spread!" Then, as suddenly as he had appeared, he dropped down into the weeds again.

Lige and those with him paused, and the whole body came to a halt while the leaders consulted.

There was a sound of metallic clicking and a thin rattle of steel.