It was a peaceful walk back to the truck that evening. The waning sun warmed the old man's skin as they zigzagged down the beaten path back to the parking lot. Even though the hunt was over, the old man's vest carrying three roosters, Jake continued to work a tight pattern out in front …
The Old Man and Jake- Pt. 3
The old man slurped another spoonful of the soup from his bowl. It was the soup of the day at the small town diner across the street from his hotel home. The warm chicken broth beat away the cold in his muscles and bones still lingering from the morning duck hunt. He and Jake had …
The Old Man and Jake- PT 2
The old man and Jake were back in the truck before sunrise the next morning. The scent of gas station coffee filled the cab of the truck. The headlights retraced the gravel roads to the public lands they had visited the day before. Parking in the grassy lot, the old man slid from his truck …
The Old Man and Jake- Part 1
The gravel pinged the side of the truck as it steered down the rock road. In the rear view, the old man could see the cloud of dust slowly billowing up behind his tires and drifting off the side of the road with the breeze. Out in front, he gazed upon miles and miles of …
