Reuben Jones inhaled deeply, imagining how his grandpa would look saying this to the clown.

Reuben Jones asked Wolf King, "Who murdered Grandpa?"

Wolf King shook his head.

Reuben Jones stopped asking. Casually, he inquired. He didn't anticipate to ask the clown anything. The clown didn't lie; he just didn't know.

"Who hurt you, grandpa?" Reuben Jones sighed at Grandpa's grave.

Then he and the clown relocated the grandfather's grave and uttered a few more phrases till the sky was brilliant.

When he reached the mountain's base, the Wolf King replied, "Master Reuben, a man called Abel came to buy your life." Pricey. Can I clean him up?

“Abel?”

Reuben...