Maybe Ant was right? Maybe it was time to find a place and settle down? He just couldn’t see himself doing it any time soon.Īpproaching the town, this odd couple looked around. He slid a finger under his gunbelt to ease the chafing. Things will be easier after a bath and a bite to eat.”Īnt nodded tiredly and trudged on ahead. “I know,” George’s tone softened and he reached out for Ant’s hand. I was only going along with you because…” “We can be free in a ranch,” argued Ant, hitching up his pants and resetting his wide-brimmed hat against the glare of the sands. “The west is calling and the east is catching up. “We’ve talked about this,” he said, suppressing a scowl. “We’ll be there soon,” George pointed down the hill at a dry but inviting saloon. “I can’t keep doing this,” said his diminutive companion, wiping a bead of sweat from a tired brow. The sun was high and cruel as George Washington took a weary step over the rise that revealed the small town of Dodge. This novella was conceived, plotted and written in a single 60 minute session on 19 September 2015, by members of the Wrekin Writers group during which 2759 words were written by thirteen contributors.
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