Microscopic Stories

Homeward

Homeward

Ellie May leaned over and nestled her head into his neck.

“Well, Rowdy, that’s all the bad guys in jail and you ‘n me for the ole homestead.”

“Yup,” said Rowdy.

The buckboard swayed and the horse plodded on wearily into the growing sunset ahead. The only sound in a golden world was the creaking of the stays.

“Just a minute, Rowdy,” said Ellie May, lifting her head and glancing around. “This ain’t the way back home.”

Rowdy grinned back at her. “I know, Ellie, but they need a shot of us heading into the sunset.”

“Cut,” yelled the director.


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