But now, he would soon be
able to think all he wanted from the comfort of his porch as the cattle
wandered from shade to shade. After he bought some cattle, he reminded
himself. Or sheep. He could never decide which.
Under an entirely blue vault of sky, Justin felt something pass between
himself and the morning sun. His leathered face turned up to see
nothing but ubiquitous light, curving toward him in all directions. He
arched his aging back, feeling the popping and hating it more than
usual, before wiping his neck and replacing the handkerchief. He had
that feeling that he'd better drink something and sit down or he'd end
up in that damn hospital again. Twice last year, whether he needed it
or not, he went in for a check-up, and twice a year, some intern
treated him like the village idiot. Truth be told, everyone who knew
about him had treated him that way for nearly eleven years, except his
niece. With a sigh escaping from the bellows of his withering chest,
Justin shuffled back to the porch he had added onto his small two-room
home. In the distance, a plume of dust was billowing off the road.
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