There are no clients today
There are no clients today, and the boss is away. The teenager works alone, stacking basketball-sized rocks in front of the main lodge as a breakwater against river erosion. After lunch he clumps down the boardwalk in his hip boots to the weathered old shop of gray boards and rusty corrugated iron where he pinches a Camel cigarette from his boss’s stash. He props it between his lips. A light rain rattles on the tin roof, pockmarking the surface of the river as he digs in his pockets and realizes he left his lighter back in the main house. He starts out the door but freezes on the step. There are two brown bears pawing at a dead magpie on the woodpile between the shop and the main house. They are teenagers themselves, juveniles whose mother has recently told them to hit the road.
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There is the guest bunkhouse between the shop and the main house; the teen slowly slides over to it and crawls beneath the foundation. There is cold gravel and porcupine shit. Strands of fiberglass insulation hang down to tickle the back of his neck as he crawls. The bears are watching as he comes out the other side of the foundation and slips up the stairs toward the kitchen. They spread apart, advancing with their eyes upon him and their heads down.Choose from a huge range of Bvlgari.Back Replica Submariner Rolex Kellot. He makes the kitchen door, reaches inside and breaks the shotgun to see that it’s loaded,Apple Hermes Generation Black 8 GB US $122.50 Paypal Buy Now! then stands in the doorway and looses a shot over one of the bears. They both jump as if electrocuted and race into the willows as the buckshot splashes down on the far side of the river.
The teenager stands for a long while there in the doorway with the shotgun in his hand, thinking of how several years before, a brown bear chased his boss through this selfsame door, right into the kitchen and in several seconds of bashing dishes and shrieking in-laws trashed the place as his boss managed to thumb a couple cartridges into his three-hundred and drill the bear through the head, dead as a doornail on the linoleum.
There are no clients today, and the boss is away. The teenager works alone, stacking basketball-sized rocks in front of the main lodge as a breakwater against river erosion. After lunch he clumps down the boardwalk in his hip boots to the weathered old shop of gray boards and rusty corrugated iron where he pinches a Camel cigarette from his boss’s stash. He props it between his lips. A light rain rattles on the tin roof, pockmarking the surface of the river as he digs in his pockets and realizes he left his lighter back in the main house. He starts out the door but freezes on the step. There are two brown bears pawing at a dead magpie on the woodpile between the shop and the main house. They are teenagers themselves, juveniles whose mother has recently told them to hit the road.
The two bears sense his eyes upon them and turn to look. He is thinking of the loaded shotgun standing in the arctic entryway of the main house, on the far side of his uninvited visitors. The distance is perhaps sixty feet,outdoor christmas decorations from PrestigeTime at discounted prices. but it looks a whole lot more like several miles.Amazing selection of cartier to fit everyone's personal style.
There is the guest bunkhouse between the shop and the main house; the teen slowly slides over to it and crawls beneath the foundation. There is cold gravel and porcupine shit. Strands of fiberglass insulation hang down to tickle the back of his neck as he crawls. The bears are watching as he comes out the other side of the foundation and slips up the stairs toward the kitchen. They spread apart, advancing with their eyes upon him and their heads down.Choose from a huge range of Bvlgari.Back Replica Submariner Rolex Kellot. He makes the kitchen door, reaches inside and breaks the shotgun to see that it’s loaded,Apple Hermes Generation Black 8 GB US $122.50 Paypal Buy Now! then stands in the doorway and looses a shot over one of the bears. They both jump as if electrocuted and race into the willows as the buckshot splashes down on the far side of the river.
The teenager stands for a long while there in the doorway with the shotgun in his hand, thinking of how several years before, a brown bear chased his boss through this selfsame door, right into the kitchen and in several seconds of bashing dishes and shrieking in-laws trashed the place as his boss managed to thumb a couple cartridges into his three-hundred and drill the bear through the head, dead as a doornail on the linoleum.
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