Another Dramatic Exit

Alex

“Oh my god! Seriously! What the hell are you doing?” I wanted to say so much more. I wanted to wring the neck of the kid that had been riding my last nerve. I wanted to kick rocks and punch a bale of hay. I hated feeling so angry, but I couldn’t shake it. The anger left a bitter taste in my mouth and a burning fire in my belly.

The young ranch hand looked up from what he was doing. “Uh, I’m putting gas in the chainsaw.”

I closed my eyes. “No! That is not the gas for the chainsaw. Did you not read the can? That is gas.”

He looked at the can and then back at me. “I know.”

I threw my hands into the air and shouted. “No. No. No! That one. The one that says ‘chainsaw mix’!”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he mumbled, quickly capping the first can and going for the second.

I shook my head, muttering under my breath as I stomped back to the other two kids that were hooking up the trailer to the truck. I had taken a job close to home on a ranch. I didn’t typically take ranch jobs, but this one paid wel