How the Eagle Got his Bald Head

This week I give you one of the missing Just So stories and it’s sort of up to date, so more of a Just Now story really.

PROMPT © Krista Strutz

“Well son, it was like this. The hunters were out and I’d been takin’ heavy flak from all directions for nigh on a week. I had plenty of tricks of my own though. One moment I headed for cloud cover, next I stalled, dived and rolled.  I don’t mind sayin’, I was a match for them.

But those varmint, they kept coming and it only takes one lucky shot.  My own fault really; I ducked late once and the critter blew the feathers clean offa ma head.

An’ that, my son is how the Bald Eagle got his bald head.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

Trading Skins

Route 66 is such an American icon I had to do this one in an American voice. All I know of that is what I’ve heard in films and cowboy serials. I hope it comes across OK and that y’all be kind to me.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

“This a trading post?”
“Says so on the sign, don’ it?”
“Got some racoon skins.”
“Hell, everyone’s got raccoon skins. Can’t do ya much on them.”
“I need t’eat. I put a whole heap o’work into catchin’ ‘em.”
The trader ignored the trapper’s desperate eyes. “Anything else?”
“Mebbe beaver.”
“They’re good. How many ya got?”
The trapper grinned excitedly. “Two dozen. What’ll ya give?”
“The angry end o’ this Winchester, my friend.”

Throwing a layer of dirt into the pit, the trader chuckled down at the body.
“Two dozen beaver, a horse, a half-decent saddle. A satisfactory day’s trading, indeed.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.