The Summer of His Discontent
He was having one for the road when they walked in - the dark haired one leading the way, the other clutching a paper sack, eyes on the floor. He listened in a bit, heard they were working for that hard-ass Aguirre, and the memories came back quickly …
…froze his ass off at night, the sheep stench about killed him, and he still couldn't look at a can of beans…he'd kept hoping something would happen to bring him down early, but no such luck….
Worst summer of his life. Those boys had no idea what they were getting into.
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