100-word Flash Fiction. #FridayFictioneers
A story inspired by this photo provided by Madison Woods.
Clint draped the roll of wire over the post and sat in the grass. He tilted back his hat, sighed, and stared up at the sun blazing a hole in the clear sky. His wife’s pickup rumbled up the dusty road. She pulled up and hopped out.
“Tired?” Janine asked.
“Kinda. Didn’t sleep much last night. Gotta get this fence done.”
“What’s the rush?”
“Rustlers are prowling again.”
Clint winced. “Yeah, Father’s pride and joy.”
“You pick your friends.”
“Not your family. I know. This heat won’t stop a dishonest night’s work.”
“Rangers are patrolling. We’ll get ’em.”