The bull was so incandescent with rage, he couldn’t even speak. Handy pushed on. Avoiding this fight was out of the question – the bull was angry, so he needed to think of something fast to keep up with the cheques his mouth was busy writing for him. “You stroll into an isolated town struggling to make its way in the world where you tower over everyone. From what I hear, you’re something of a big shot, am I right?” Handy asked, now idly strolling with arrogant swagger around the edge of the circle the townsfolk had left them. ‘God, I hope future me knows what I am doing because I sure as hell don’t know now.’