We welcome September by writing something which takes place in: the trading post.
The hike didn't end up happening, as fatigue lingered into a second day. We did meet up with a friend and her three year old son at the park this morning, so at least we managed to do something.
We got a start on the box harvest after dinner, which should leave us with a reasonable amount of work to do tomorrow morning. Hopefully the rain holds off for us.
Jimmy "Squinty" Munroe slid off the side of his horse and approached the trading post with his trademark limp. He nodded to any man who caught his eye, tipped his hat to the ladies. That he received nothing in return didn't appear to bother him in the least.
Stepping up onto the boardwalk in front of the store, he reached for the door and was forced to snatch his hand away as it swung outward with enough force to break bones.
"No!" yelled Caleb Lewis as he stormed out of the building he had built with his own two hands. "No, no, no!"
"What's the problem?" Jimmy asked as he stepped to the side. He tried to maneuver his way inside but found his way blocked by a long, muscular arm. "Closing up early today, Cale? Taking a nice little vacation?"
"I told you a hundred times if I told you once," Caleb yelled, wagging a finger in Jimmy's face. "You ain't allowed in my building no more!"
"Aw, come on now Cale! I thought you were just joking around!"
"Do I look like I'm joking around?"
"Well, no, I can't say that you do. Not unless you've been working on your acting. Have you been -"
"Go away and do not come back, Squinty!"
"Now, now," Jimmy said, offering the palms of both hands as he took several steps back. "There's no need for name calling. Just because you didn't care for those furs I brought in last month -"
"Those were skunk furs!"
"The finest specimens for miles in any direction!"
"And you didn't even bother to wash them after they sprayed their stink all over the place!"