Beaver Tale – 4 of 4

“I ain’t gonna place a trap for that beaver, son.” Old Pete and the boy were resetting a garden fence post. Andrew held it steady as Old Pete shoveled dirt into the hole.

“Alma said you need a new hat.”

The old man chuckled. “Hat’s good fer another season or two.”

“But what then?”

“Somethin’ll turn up.”

“You said beaver tail was tasty.”

Old Pete leaned on his shovel. “Funny thing ’bout that. Only really tasted good when there was plenty to trap an’ the peltries were sellin’ high.” He began tamping down the dirt around the post with his foot. “You think this’ll be strong enough t’keep those elk out?”

“I hope so. Mama got pretty mad at them last spring. She was out here with the shot gun, but Papa said all she did was scare ’em. They’ll be back when they’re hungry enough.”

Copyright © 2015 Loretta Miles Tollefson

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