(That's Anna feeding them.)
You'd better be happy with those two pictures because it took me over two hours to upload them. (I'm not joking.) The internet is very slow.
I had more of our new garden and everything, but that will have to wait because my patience for today has ran out. :D But I have been writing a story, one with my grandma and one on my own. It's really long already, and I don't think anybody will take the time to read it, unless they are super nice. :D If you do happen to read it, let me know what you like about it and what you don't.
He doesn't care about me, , all he cares about it that old rifle that always sits above the door. What? He probably sneaked away with it while I was outside with Buster! That rotten boy, ,
The sun is already up!James never lets me sleep in, he's always wanting me to make breakfast before he goes off to work at Mr.
James had decided to go against his father's will, and on his own to sell the gun he was so looking forward to using. He remembered the days as a young boy that his dad had taught him how to clean and load the gun, how to make sure that it was hung above the doorway without ammunition. James had been permitted to take aim and fire but only when his father was with him. And to only shoot at an old stump the first time. Then his father had an idea to hang some old pieces of barn wood from a tree so that they swung in the breeze. "That way you'll learn how to hit a "moving" target!" he had said.
"Chief, (dad's pet nickname for James) the time is coming when your life will not look as it does now. With responsibility comes a joy in knowing that you can provide for your family, protect them and share with others from the work you will do. I know I have depended upon you to work since you were small, but we needed the share that you could do out here." James remembered what his father said but at the time he was only 11 and it didn't make much sense to him. He went on,
"This gun can do more than kill for food or hides. It can teach you part of what it means to be a man, to take your boyhood and shape you for deeper things by knowing there are things you can do, must do, will do no matter how difficult. We are nearly to the point when you will be trusted to handle life on your own. You can do it when the time comes."
His father didn't know, or maybe he did, how soon this would be true.
James walked until he saw a man swinging at a stack of hay with a rake. At first, it seemed like the man was waving and talking to the hay as he first swiped the hay and then poked it. Then James saw the source of the man's frustration.
The afternoon sun was hot and Buster was tired and in need of food and water.
"We should find some water. My canteen is out, Buddy, and while you can eat all the grass you want from the side of the trail, I need to find some thing more than just bread before morning."
Maggie realized that she was not going to be able to cross those mountains on her own before morning. Even if they walked all night, with a few breaks for sleeping, it she would have to find shelter in case of rain and a way to have food. It might even take a few days for them to cross.
"Maybe we will stick to the main road for now, go across the bridge by that old mill and see what we can find. Surely there has to be a place for us to get water and rest."
As she said this, a figure appeared in the distance. But from this span she couldn't tell if they were walking away from her or toward her. It suddenly occurred to Maggie that someone might be looking for her and her heart leapt with hope and fear at the same time.
Like it? If you want to write one with me, email me @ ismikendra (at) gmail (dot) com