Hank smirked as he listened to himself, “I’ve made it. Three years of work and the take down of a few farmers but now it’s mine. Hay bales four stories high. Now I control the price.”
“I’ll take land payment in place of money. Soon own the county. Might even get ’round to building one of those fancy houses and look for a widow among those left around here.”
Hank snuggled in his blanket with a cigarette ready for a good night’s sleep. Three hours later the hay bales with up in fiery smoke.
Some say God was a Just God.
Friday Fictioneers, a 100 word challenge by Rochelle based on picture prompt. https://rochellewisoff.com/ Thank you, Rochelle, for hosting this event. Visit Rochelle’s link to find other submissions to this event. Thanks, Sandra, for the picture use. PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook