Shovel
Supernova
- Joined
- Apr 23, 2009
The sun was setting in the hilly horizon of the small town of Gardenia, making the clouds and the sky above orange, red, purple, and pink. On the little rocky road that passed through the town, a large moving truck was slowly moving towards the old broken down Ranch. The local farm hadn't done very well lately since the owner had come down with a bad illness which eventually took his life. Not much was known about the old man, but it was now apparent that someone would be taking his place: his son. A young man, barely 21 years of age hopped out of the passenger side seat of the moving truck and looked over the neglected land. It looked like this was going to be much work to restore but he was determined to do it. All he had was a few tools, a happy cow, his inheritance money, and his own life savings. The man turned to the movers and directed them to where to place his belongings. It appeared that he would be living here alone. No friends, no family, and no wife to keep him company. However, he was sure he would make a good life for himself here. He was a young and attractive fellow, so he wasn't at all anxious about meeting the local people.
The young man slowly stepped to the broken wooden fence of the pasture and stared out at the sunset for a moment in contemplation. Was it really a wise choice to become a farmer? Would the farm even be able to get off the ground and be worth the investment? He couldn't deny that he was a little worried about it all working out. The boy suddenly jumped when the movers opened the front door of the house. The door had fallen off its hinges and fell over. This entire place needed some work. It was definitely a fixer-upper.