Another week passed. Santi was as sullen as ever, barely saying ‘thank you’ after dinner before going to sleep. Kepa just sighed as he gathered the dishes so he could wash them in the morning. While his lamb stew was getting really good, in his own humble opinion, he was getting tired of eating the […]
Weeks went by. Days started to blur as Kepa made meals every day, packing a lunch for Santi to take as he followed the sheep. Every few days, Kepa would have to move the sheep wagon as Santi took the flock further away. About once a week, Dominique came to deliver supplies, arriving on horseback […]
Kepa was partnered with a grouchy Basque that was only maybe five years his senior, but looked like he had lived in the mountains for decades. His face was leathery from the constant sun and he had a permanent tan that had been burned into his skin. Kepa laughed to himself at the contrast when […]
Maite knocked on the door at the end of the hall. After prepping food for lunch, it was her job to tidy up the rooms of the boarders and change their linens. She also saw it as an opportunity to take a look, to search for the zatia. When there was no answer, she opened […]
Kepa fidgeted in his saddle as the foreman led him into the hills. He had never ridden a horse in his life, and his “character” in this time bubble had never either. The foreman looked back and saw Kepa’s obvious discomfort. He chuckled. “Never been on a horse before, eh?” Kepa just shook his head, […]
The next morning, Maite watched as Kepa left with his foreman for the sheep camp that would be his home for the next several months. She chuckled to herself as she watched Kepa on the horse, trying to stay upright. He almost fell off when he turned to wave goodbye and blow her a kiss. […]
Kepa held up his hands. “Look, mutilak, we don’t want any trouble,” said Kepa with his broken English as he backed away and turned to go the other direction. As he turned he nearly walked into Donny McCowen, who towered above him, his sinister sneer highlighted by the moonlight bathing his face. “If you didn’t […]
If you get this post via email, the return-to address goes no where, so please write blas@buber.net if you want to get in touch with me. “What the hell was that?” asked Maite as she stared at the door Donny had just gone through. “My apologies.” The barkeep was suddenly standing over their table, drinks […]
If you get this post via email, the return-to address goes no where, so please write blas@buber.net if you want to get in touch with me. Kepa turned to see a big man who must have been in his mid twenties standing at the bar. He was dressed in almost stereotypical cowboy wear. He had […]
Kepa began stacking up some of the plates as another woman, dressed in the same uniform of a white blouse and red skirt, came in from the kitchen. He looked up. “Maite!” he exclaimed. “I wasn’t sure if you were here.” Maite smiled as she helped clear the tables. “I’m here. Just so damn busy […]
