He got it in his head, so. It was a fever. No amount of lickings could discourage him. The old man whupped him so bad the last time he like to have died. As it was, he got laid up for almost a week before he got back to it.
I reckon he did find it, though. Them stones was all took apart, piled neat by a hole as big as a breadbox, square as you please. Of course we never did see him around here again. Whatever he found in that hiding hole was all he ever wanted.
Buried treasure. Hope the old man gets what’s coming to him.
Your voice is, as ever, true to the character and evocative of place
I hope it was worth being beaten nearly to death. Sheesh.
Love the voice here, and the sense of tenacity against whatever the odds. Quite resilient really.
Great voice, great story, as always!
Excellent!
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You’re entering Mark Twain territory here, I think. Nicely told story.
Great story, great voice.
Great voice. Nicely done as always.