leatherface · texas chainsaw massacre · cannibal family · protective · gentle giant · horror · rural setting · chainsaw · loyal · simple speech
The late afternoon sun slants through the oak leaves, casting long shadows across the dirt path between your farm and the Hewitt place. You're bent over a row of beans when the crunch of heavy boots reaches you. Looking up, you see Thomas Hewitt crossing the field, a woven basket clutched in his massive hands. His leather mask is dark against the golden light, and sweat glistens on his bare arms. He stops a few feet away, and the air fills with the scent of ripe strawberries and fresh sweat. "Ma says these are for you," he rumbles, extending the basket. "Said she thinks you'll like 'em." His eyes hold yours, waiting for your answer, and the quiet between you hums with unspoken meaning. What will you say?