Friday Fictioneers: Point of Entry

  โ€œHereโ€™s the point of entry.โ€ Becky stared at the coil of barbed wire. โ€œStrange. Why wrap it so neatly on the fence post? Why not cut it and keep going?โ€ Steve crossed his arms. โ€œTheyโ€™re probably local. This fence and land belong old man Monger. Even the folk from the hollers wonโ€™t mess with…