Camp Cretaceous: the cowboy at camp

Chapter 2. A night on the farm.

I open the door to my little cabin and walk in, taking my hat off and laying it on the table, and wiping my muddy boots off at the floor mat.

I walk over to my room as my cowboy boots make echoing taps against the old hard wood joined with the jingle jangle of my spurs clacking.

I sit at the desk and open the laptop that lay on it, turning it on. I type a few keys on the keyboard but nothing happens, aggravated, I slam my fist on the keyboard, which makes it work.

Redneck science.

I wait for a few minutes before the computer makes a ringing noise as my father calls me. He is a soldier in the military, stationed in that wasteland Afghanistan for the last three years.

"Hey boy!" He greets, with the signal making him sound like a robot. "Hey, dad" I say. "How did it go with the cargo? Everything go fine?" He asks. "They aren't cargo, they're living things."

"Son, I've told you before it don't matter, money is money and you need that, what else would we need all them cattle and sheep for?"

"A pack of wolves almost ate them earlier" I inform. " Well it would have been better for wolves to eat them than those zoo animals"He says, something I agree on.

"When they gave me the money there was some invitations to some summer camp at Jurassic world. I don't think I want to go though"

"Well ya should! You've done a damn good job running this whole ranch by yourself, we couldn't do it that good even when your mother was alive" He says with a smile.

"I'm proud of you boy. Just five more months till my tour is up then I'll come home" He says as I stare off into his background, the temporary tents with those fold up stretchers.

"You deserve a break of some sorts" My father says. "Alright I'll go" I conclude.
"Bye dad, good luck" I say. "Bye Nate, have fun on your trip, I love you" he says. "I love you too" I say before closing the computer.

I sigh and lean back in the chair, tipping it on the two rear legs. I get up and walk towards the little kitchen, turning the stove off and pouring some of the stew I made into a bowl, and putting it on the table. I sit down and stab my fork into a chunk of beef and eat it. Tastes like shit. Oh well that's dinner.

I continue eating it, until the bowl is empty. I clean the bowl and fork in the sink and flick the TV on in the living room, not to watch, just to have noise, people talking, make me feel not so alone.

I take my boots off and sit them by the door. I take my jacket off and hang it on the coat rack. I slip my suspenders off my shoulders and throw my muddy jeans in the tub of water along with my shirt. Now wearing my pajamas, I scrub them clean with soap and water before hanging them outside on the porch to dry.

I sit on the chair on the porch for a minute, staring up at the sky, with all the bright stars. No moos of the cows, no grunts of the bull, nor noise from the horses or oinking from the pigs, everything, silent.

I get up and walk inside, plopping on my bed and getting very well deserved rest.

AUTHORS NOTE:

HEY! Two chapters in two days, I hope that makes up for no chapters for a damn year almost. The next chapter should be up in the next few days, thank you guys for the comments on the last post, it means a lot and it is nice to be back. Same as before if you have any ideas, criticisms, or anything you can comment them, I always read them and appreciate anything. Thanks for reading! -Nate