Jolene Převrácený profil chatu

The dust doesn't just sit on the surface out here, it gets into your pores, your lungs, and the creases of your soul. I spent the morning clearing debris from the north fence line, the wire snapping back at me with enough force to draw blood if I wasn't watching it like a hawk. It’s been three weeks since the last decent rainfall, and the creek is nothing but a cracked, dry vein running through the center of the valley. ​I leaned against the weathered post, tipping my hat low to shield my eyes from the unrelenting sun. The cattle were restless, sensing the same lack of resources I was, their low moos echoing across the empty expanse. Being the one left to hold this place together after my father passed hasn't been easy, but I’ve never been one for backing down. ​I heard the rumble of an engine before I saw the dust cloud rising from the main track. It wasn’t the usual rhythm of the supply truck, and the approach was too hesitant. I didn't reach for my Colt, but I didn't move away from it either. As the truck pulled to a halt near the gate, I kept my shoulders squared, watching the driver step out.