End of the Line

Alex

I yawned, covering my mouth with the back of my hand as I followed the straight road that felt like it led to nowhere. My butt hurt. My neck had a horrible kink in it, and I was absolutely sick of driving. I had rolled into Laramie, Wyoming late last night after being on the road for over ten hours. I was exhausted but excited to check out the new farm.

I loved a new challenge.

I passed under a faded arch with a sign announcing I was on the Cobb farm. I looked left and right, driving slowly down the narrow dirt road. It looked a lot like Montana with the endless rows of wheat swaying in the wind. I realized after driving for several minutes I had yet to come upon the house. Was I still on the right road?

Before I had time to pull over and turn around, I saw the house. Holy shit. The farm was massive. I wondered how many people Wayne had running the place. I saw a man on a tractor in the distance. We were both headed for the house. I parked my truck and got out, stretching my arms