Drabble 8:
A wisp of dust rose above a distant rise. Minutes later, two riders approached.
"Brother John, we need to talk."
"Buck, if it's what I think it is, we don't."
Mano countered, "Your quarrel is really upsetting Victoria."
John's stare under the brim of his hat spoke volumes. "Victoria has some strange ideas that she needs to let go of."
"Maybe, but they're important to her," disagreed Buck. "Least listen to 'em."
Nodding, John's frown deepened. "We'll work it out together. By ourselves. Now, get back to work."
"Aye, big brother."
"Sí."
They galloped away in a cloud of dust.
~HC~
Author's Note:Thanks so much to heartandhomeauthor from The Room forum and Nillis82 for their recent reviews. It's really nice to get some excellent feedback while the story is still being published. I really appreciate my readers, those who provide reviews, and the great feedback that is used to help improve this and future stories. Thank you!
