18360308 06:17:55

18360308 06:17:55

The wagon slowed to a gentle stop within a dozen feet in front of the cabin. Daron kept his stance rigid and fists clenched as he stood at the window and watched the approach. He was expecting them to return, but the approach of carriages still caused him to jolt awake from sleep. He finally relaxed, though only slightly, as he came to recognize the men at the seat. Richard, the taller one, immediately came down from the cab and went to remove the horse from the wagon. The other man came - Daron struggled to remember his name at the moment, for some reason it had escaped his mind upon seeing him - down to the ground in a more deliberate fashion and started to approach the cabin. Daron exited from the cabin to meet up with him in front of it.
"Good to see ya Daron! I'm glad to report a complete success! Wait till you see all that we got, we could basically open a store with all of it here, ha ha. Ain't that right Richard?"
"Mhm, there sure is a lot we got here. A lot."
"I can see that, yes." Daron said this while peering over the shorter man's shoulders, curious to see what bounty was awaiting them all. While doing this he absent mindedly extended his hand out to the man and allowed it to be shaken. Richard had liberated the horse from its harness and began to escort it to the barn.
"So let's say we get some of the goods out. C'mon and look!" He turned around and swiftly opened the carriage door, and had to move backwards at a similar speed as some bags of seed spilled out from the opening and fell to the dirt road. "Heh, see that? We packed that so tightly we could barely keep the door closed."
"Um, may I see inside for a moment?"
"Oh sure sure, Daron, go on ahead. Yes yes!"
He stood upon the folding step and leaned his body inwards while balancing his hands on the side of the doorway. The carriage was indeed thoroughly filled with all manner of goods, such as shovels, axes, rakes, hoes, hand drills, post diggers, seed bags, bolts of cloth, and much more beyond those things. It respect of the variety of goods inside, it was as if someone had gone to the store and simply asked to receive one of everything that they had.
"And you got all of this for thirty dollars?"
"Oh, oh, yes that's the best part Daron, that's the best part! We bought in such bulk that we received a major discount! Here, here's the remainder of the allowance, here you go." The man thrust his right hand into the coat pocket and procured four five dollar bills, and summarily reached for Daron's hand so that he could position it ready to receive the money he was handing over. Once the paper was in his palm, Trent (he finally recalled the name by now, after bouncing the words Thomas, Terrence, and Trevor around in ihs head) curled thie opened fingers over the money and then tapped his palm twice against the fist which held the money. His face beamed with happiness over the transaction.
"You did not get all of this for ten dollars. Did you steal this?" Daron slowly let his hands drop to rest at the sides of his body as his gaze grew dark and pointed at Trent.
"Daron, I just said, we got a discount for it, and I-"
Daron implanted his hand around Trent's neck and used the strength in his hand and forearm to suddenly thrust him into the side of the carriage. A few items fell as the carriage shook as a result of the strike.
"I repeat. Did you steal this?"
"... we did it the right way. There was no runnin, there was nobody who seen us. We did it cleanly."
Daron's entire body shook as he felt his rage course through his blood.
"What did I tell you, you damned dumb idiot! There were two reasons to do this. I told you. Two reasons - one, to get supplies we need, and more importantly, two, to get business contacts established. Not only did you fail that part, but it's likely you can't return to that city at all now. Not for a few years at least. If they ever figure it out, that might get them to send another god damned mob over here so that they can burn me down again. Again! God damn it!" He breathed through his nostrils with enough force to make the folds on his shirt billow from the air flow above it. "Now what the hell do I do when we need to do another supply run? Now what?"
"Listen, Mister Daron, it was the perfect chance, you should have seen it. I mean we-"
"I don't want to hear about it. Now or ever. Ever. Excuse me for ten minutes while I fantasize about murdering you."
Trent stood still and watched Daron walk around the log cabin and lost sight of him as he marched away into the farming field.