Hoss was outside, leaning on his horn so long I thought it was broken.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” I shouted as I came out on the porch. He grinned at me from the truck.
“Fourth of July, bud! Whoo hoo!” He howled like a dog. I got in the passenger side, pushing the beers and whisky down the bench seat as he tore across the neighbor’s lawn in a cloud of exhaust and dirt.
“I got a surprise for you,” he shouted over the roaring engine. “Fun times before the fireworks!”
He winked and patted the pistol in his belt.
Nasty people. Good story.
I like the characterisation in this
Great twist.
Oh dear, what are they up to?
I’m staying home, inside.
It sounds like Hoss is going to be burning up and down the Ponderosa.
Randy
What could go wrong?
That’s ominous!
I hope Adam, Little Joe, and Ben stop Hoss before it’s too late, well knowing you may not get this reference. Look out!
I just want to scream at him “How is that fun!?” … This will not end well.
Well done. ~Ashley
What a beastly man he sounds!
Excellently portrayed characters and scene.
Well-done!
(Forgive my late response, but I’m computer-less. Using my husband’s computer right now. Mine is kaput.)