The rain was behind him and gaining fast.
Timothy looked back, down the valley, and kicked at the mule, but it was hot and the mule had been going for a long time. Its pace quickened for a few yards, then dropped back into an easy trot.
The boy groaned and looked back again. His mother had told him to take his slicker, but he’d been in a hurry. “C’mon Boss,” he begged, but the mule just flicked its ears and jogged onward.
Somehow, they made it to the barn before the clouds reached them. Timothy turned the mule into the stall and made a dash for the house. The first raindrops bit into the dust as he reached the steps.
His mother opened the door. “Get wet?” she asked meaningfully.
He grinned at her. “Dry as a bone!” he said.
Copyright © 2015 Loretta Miles Tollefson