-I am hungry - zeke rattled off his tongue, while plowing mums in the hundred-degree heat.
"Dam knows it" hector responded, his hoe digging into some rough roots.
The boss came driving round on his rusted old tractor dressed in new shoes and shorts, polished hair. Louder then aggravation over flows.
"Here come the boss" zeke said, plowing, digging the weeds harder.
"Cocksucker he sure is." Hector spat.
Boss got off tractor, examining his workers work.
"Let's speed it up here men! Come on hustle! Go! Go! Move your lazy fuking ass's!" boss said, with disgusted look in face. Boss Climbs back on tractor, giving both workers a godly smirk.
"Dam well, gottah be a better living then this." Said zeke.
"Cock sucker that man is, just a gold digga," Hector mumbled, sweat drenching, stinging, his pale blue bloodshot eyes.
Boss's daughter came walking across the lengthy dirty huge grounds, practically naked, her bronze young body freshly showered, came up to Hectors ear, as zeke watched.
She cuffed her hand around his ear, saying…
"Meet me at the rode rails again tonight."
She walked off in her daisy dukes blowing him a kiss. A slight smile came to Hector, zeke looked on puzzled.
"U bin doing the boss's daughter, haven't you, you ol bastard."
"Mind your business my friend, I'll keep it on the hush hush, like I know you bin fuking his ol lady."
The men kept plowing. Staring at each other's expressions,
then broke out in laughter.
"Sure am hungry." Zeke said again.
"Fuk it anyway, gottah be a bett'a livin then this." hector said, his chuckles turning to physical pain. Both men continue plowing till the sun goes down. They walk back to there shed. The boss comes over.
"I'm going out on business for the night boys. I want more work out of the both you lazy fuks when I get back tomorrow, and lay off the moonshine!"
The boss slammed the shed's door, and yelled "heee yahh, hee yahh!" whipping the horses legs into motion.
Both men looked up the light golden hill, where wife and daughter awaited with cheese and wine. Hector pulled out the moonshine. Zeke laughed, shaking his sore fingers, they toasted each other with each other's body odor swizzling around their burnt noses.
This story Copyright 2002 Nicholas Morgan.
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