(Sigh)
Housty ain’t coming back, I know that now. Course I hoped she’d be sitting here waiting for me when I came home… but a year’s a long time and I guess a woman can’t wait forever.
(Sigh)
I gotta face facts; Housty ain’t coming back, the money I made on my travels is running low and thanks to a hole in the roof, the two thousand dollars I had stashed in the barn is a soggy mess of pulp and bird shit.
(Sigh)
Ain’t no use moping. I gotta look to the future now, and make a new start. Farming, that’s the way ahead, I reckon. It’s gonna be hard, but while I’ve got Nameless, I ain’t short of company. Shame he didn’t learn to stand on his own four feet while I was away but that don’t matter so much, if someone took care of him. He didn’t go hungry, that’s for sure, if the bones I found on the porch are anything to go by. Hmm, maybe he ate Housty?
A new start, huh, Valance? Like pooch, like pardner... Unsteady on your extremities, and always hungry!
ReplyDeleteOnwards and upwards, into the future, but farming? Valance, a farmer... Yeah, right!
We'll see, Bucket Mouth.
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