Lance left the poor mule lying dead in its traces and walked over to where Jessie was standing by the fence with their baby boy in her arms.
"Well, it's all up with us, Jess," he said. "Without old Sparky there we'll never get the plantin' done in time. Nothin' fer it but to go down to the bank and beg Horace for another extension on the loan."
She looked away, her face turning red. "He's sech a dirty, disgustin', lecherous old man," she said.
"I know," he said softly. "I know." He hated putting her through this. But she set her jaw and said, "Which'll be this time? My green dress with the stripes or the blue polka dots?"
"Better go with the blue," he said. "It brings out my eyes."
Hah! Didn't see that coming.
Posted by: Rana | Friday, September 18, 2009 at 07:56 AM
[HOWL]
Bless you, Lance Mannion.
:D
Posted by: Zach | Friday, September 18, 2009 at 03:56 PM
Iffen I know old Horace, you can save the dress. Just fetch him that dead mule.
Posted by: coozledad | Friday, September 18, 2009 at 09:30 PM
Just remember that, under the chenille, you're a lumberjack and it's okay.
Posted by: El Jefe | Saturday, September 19, 2009 at 06:59 PM