Everything about the giant camp foreman said logger, from the flannel Pendleton buttoned tight around his tree-trunk neck to his sap-stained hands hard as rocks.
“War’s on,” he said around the pipe in his teeth, “so we’re hiring. Either of you logged before?”
“Not I,” said Hal, who was always more honest than smart.
I had to go along then, and shook my head.
“You can work for wages, three dollars a week. Or you can log Gyppo and get paid two cents the trunk foot. Experienced men usually do that. Harder. Riskier.”
I knew which one Hal would pick.
Hal will know he’s not an experienced man and go for the weekly rate
Good description of the camp foreman.
Hal might regret his choice! I can just picture the logger!
Great voice for the foreman.
Dear Josh,
A well constructed logger and story. We can guess what Hal will choose, too. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Couldn’t pay a million to cut down a tree. Loggers are murdering Earth!
I had to look up Gyppo. Always good to learn a new word :)
That foreman was VIVID! Nicely penned!
I really love the descriptions, that foreman jumps out of the page (screen). Great voice, too. The narrator seems to just follow along, which makes him interesting in his own way.
A snippet of Three dialogues, was great to read