A Man’s Work

It was Pa broke down when the government man left. Ma was steel-eyed and cold. She gave me that look of hers, looked quick to Pa, slumped useless head in hands, then back over to me.

She didn’t need to say anything more. I’d heard the what the government man said same as she had. If we didn’t take care of this, they would, and charge us in the bargain.

I got down the rifle from the pegs. I’d be fourteen in a month, and that was old enough to do a man’s work, even if I was a girl.

 

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