BANG! BANG! BANG!!
The iron sheet door of the warehouse was pounded on heavily. Yves and the veteran walked inside, and Yves kicked at the sleeping bags huddled in the corner.
"Get up! You're still sleeping!"
A head poked out from one of the sleeping bags. The Red Hat Man said, disgruntled, "Even if we're criminals, you can't just wake us up like this. We have rights, you know."
A cool breeze whistled through the cracks in the warehouse walls.
"The boss says you're not going to Fairbanks today. You need to compensate Crown Territory before you can leave." Yves turned his head. The veteran behind him was holding four shovels.
Compensation?
'Where am I going to get money for compensation? If I had money, I wouldn't be poaching in the first place.'
The Red Hat Man and his three companions crawled out of their sleeping bags.
Their hearts sank in unison.
The Red Hat Man frowned, trying to reason with Yves. "We really don't have any money to pay you. Can't you cut us some slack?"
