At seventeen, Jeb was the newest hired hand on the ranch. It was the job of old Clyde, the well-seasoned Ranch Boss, to make Jeb into a real cowboy.
Sitting around the fire, the ranch hands all shared stories with the young greenhorn. They told stories of getting lost in white-out snowstorms. They recalled men lost in flash floods. They told about the dust storms where you couldn’t see your own horse beneath you. Collectively, they had seen and done it all.
As the night grew dark and long, the fire slowly began to fade. A sudden movement in the shadows caught Jeb’s attention. A huge snake was moving toward the circle of men. Shouting, Jeb jumped up in panic.
One shot rang out, as Clyde swiftly killed the snake. Shaking his head, he said, “Kid, weren’t you listening? You’ve got to be ready for anything out here.”
Story by McGuffy Ann Morris
My Word Count= 150
Image by Kecia Sparlin
Flash Fiction-Photo Challenge