The last of his cattle died this morning. Food would be gone by the end of the week. No money. No transportation. Times were tough. Hell, times were shit.
The last bit of milk fed the baby, she’d been hollering all morning. It was almost like the death of the cow affected her in some way. The milk put her to sleep and eased his rising stress levels, but as Anthony went to put her down, the front door swung open and his eldest daughter came rushing in, her head covered in sweat, poor girl’s face full of fear. “Daddy!” she screamed. Read More