Amos glanced back again and scowled. If someone tried to attack his foster family? A grin literally stretched his face down.

Amos usually never assumed his alien form. Too painful. For Kara? For Martha and Jonathan Kent? He was willing to tear his human form apart. Willing to suffer.

''We'll be fine,'' Kara said to Amos. She watched while he looked ahead another time. Something struck her back before she cried out.
Kara released the bag and dropped it. She winced the minute she fell on her side. She turned to Amos and saw rare concern in his eyes.

After dropping the bag, Amos ran to Kara. Another scowl appeared. How could he be so careless? He was going to protect Kara this time.

Amos viewed Kara standing and heard footsteps again. His eyes were wide as soon as four teens appeared. They settled on a chain. The reason why Kara was knocked down. His body tensed. A new scowl formed on his face.

The boys smiled and approached Amos.

''Preacher, that's a nice hat.''

Amos adjusted his wide-brimmed hat and stepped back.

''The waist-length hair? How about a trim?''

''Preacher, what are you going to do? Mention fire?''

''Hurting a preacher should be fun,'' another teen said.