Lulu focused on Theo's quivering cheeks.Lulu found it indefensible to cry in public. She was a Punchalower and Punchalower didn't cry.As. matter of fact, she wasn't even sure they had tear ducts.The bus station's arched wooden door creaked open with the guttural growl of a feral cat.All four children turned, expectantly waiting to see the next School of Fear student arrive.their eyes focused on the dark brown cowboy boots before moving up to khaki slacks and finally stopping on an obsenely large gun holster. Theo's heart beat fast, as it always dud, in the presence of a deadly weapon.On the man's chest; this was the sheriff. he was approximately forty-five years old with a long moustache that hung over his mouth. as if preparing for a speech, the sheriff cleared his throat to get everyone 's attention.