#ThursThreads Week 139 – A Tale Of Wrath : Watch Them Bleed

Jessica loved rodeos. The horses. The bulls. The contests. As she walked through the gate, with her ticket, the man collecting them looked her over good, “This isn’t your first rodeo…”

“No, it’s not,” she gave him a smile.

She sat in the stands, and watched, and waited, hoping for something special to happen.

On that day, she was not disappointed. It happened during the bull rides. A rider, thrown from the bull. The bull got him good. A big hoof planted on his right knee. “Yes!” Jessica leaped to her feet, her video recorder in hand, and zoomed in on the fallen rider. She recorded his fall from grace. The look of agony and fear on his face. The impossible angle at his knee, his lower leg jutting sideways, sticking out.

She had another scene to add to her collection.

“For you, Sis. For you.”

Wrath stood in the shadow of the bull, “It was a cowboy who killed your sister.” He pushed the bull, “Go stomp him more!” He laughed as the bull went wild, and Jessica recorded it all. “If enough of them get torn up, your sister will finally rest in peace.”

Jessica smiled. “For you, Sis. For you.” She hoped he’d never walk without a cane. “Cowboys will pay for what they did.” She hoped there’d be more to record as the day went on. “Let them all bleed, God. All of them. It’s what they deserve.”

Wrath laughed, and laughed.

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I wrote this for Siobhan Muir‘s #ThursThreads, Week 139. Please go read all the entries in this week’s #ThursThreads. They are good reading.

#FlashFridayFic – 24 : I Wanna Be A Cowboy

John sat on his horse in the Patagonian plains, beneath the bright yellow-orange sun, and the pale, crystal blue, cloud free sky. The wind was brisk, with a cold bite to it. John smiled. He rode his horse in a small circle, observing the cattle in all directions. The radio on his belt beeped, “John, check-in.”

John pushed the talk button, “Everything’s good here.”

“In an hour, Freddy’ll be there to relieve you.”

“Clear.” John looked up at the big sky and laughed. Gods, Terra Del Fuego was beautiful. Empty of the oceans of houses, roads, buildings, shopping centers, and cars that coated the East Coast of the US. It was everything he’d ever wanted.

He remembered his old life. Married, two kids, a good job as an accountant. He remembered the kids growing up, and leaving home, his wife of 30 years leaving him, the company he worked for letting him go. He’d worked hard and done everything he was supposed to do. And in the end, he’d lost everything.

It took him two years to work up the courage to reach for his childhood dream. He wanted to be a cowboy. Herding cattle. Riding a horse. Hell, he didn’t care if he didn’t make any money at all, as long as he had food to eat, and a place to sleep.

As he sat on his horse, watching the cattle, John sang his favorite song. Kid Rock’s I Wanna Be A Cowboy. “Damn,” he thought. “Life is good.”

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I wrote this for Rebekah Postupak‘s #FlashFriday, Week 24. Please go read all the entries in this week’s #Flash Friday. They are good reading.