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.







“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.