Continued from Night of the Cauldron: Part II, The Turnip Lanterns
Part III
Ghosts of the Tree
Jimmy ran down the sidewalk to the next house. His bag of candy sloshed at his side, knocking against his furry chaps. As he ran, his cowboy hat flew off his head.
"James Wallace!" His mother called, using the tone that meant he'd better stop whatever it was he was doing and wait for her instruction. He ran back to pick up his cowboy hat. He scooped it up and tried to get it evenly back on his head. Soon his mother was beside him. She leveled the hat and pushed it down firmly in place.
"Much obliged ma'am" he said in his best cowboy voice and grinned up at her. His mother smiled and directed him back towards the next house. He walked slowly in front of her with his legs bowed and his hands firmly on the toy guns at his sides. They both laughed. "Gotta go rustle up some candy!"