Courage
Fiction “He won’t do it. He’s yella’.” “Sure he will, just you watch.” “Na. He’s just like his ol’ man. Yella’ through n’ through.” Jack and Albert continued the debate over Tommy’s character past the edge of town and beyond the tree line that marked the beginning of the Rocky Mountain foothills to the southwest. “Or…” Jack said, finally. He stopped and wiped his brow, then he bent slightly to put his hands on his knees. “Or what?” “We should go back and get Susie Jenkins. That dope’ll do anything when she’s around” Jack declared. “Oooh,” replied Albert. “That’s a good idea.” Tommy watched from a thicket of underbrush thirty yards from where his two classmates had stopped. He’d heard the boys as soon as they’d reached the tree line. They moved as noisily as the bison herds. Twigs breaking, pine needles shuffling, their voices, their breathing. They had no clue how to be subtle, he thought...