Stanford McClusky tipped back his Stetson hat and placed his arms akimbo. He addressed the horses hitched in a line before him. “Now boys. I know y’all are tired. But it’s time to get the cattle to market. I want ya’ll to do yer best. I promise you when this is done you’ll get an extra ration of oats and a first-class rubdown!”
The ranch owner, Gifford Cummins, rode up just then and bellowed, “Mr. McClusky! What in hell are you doin’?”
Stanford winced. “Just givin’ the troops a pep talk, sir.”
“Horses don’t need pep talks, Mr. McClusky! Horses cannot understand complex things like language or trading in the stock market for instance. Sooner you understand that, son, the better off you’ll be.” Cummins rode off in a huff.
Stanford sighed and stared down at the ground.
A horse named Caliber nuzzled him and said, “Don’t you worry none, Boss. He’s just mad. He traded for Weber Energy stock that’s down 15% when ever’body knows he shoulda’ bought Consolidated Edison with 4.4% dividend yield!”
Written for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers weekly writing challenge. Look here to find the stories other folks wrote in answer to this week’s challenge: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2015/09/15/fffaw-week-of-09-15-2015-3/