The challenge? Write a story in 6 sentences, no more & no less, and if you’d like, share your creation or just visit and comment on others’ ideas, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Denise. The prompt is “RANGE”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Stories
“So, how many do you think are out there, Pardner?” Clement called loudly, as hot winds swept the Martian landscape of the Arizon’ Range.
“It’s hard to tell from here,” she answered evenly, looking askance at the lariat he twirled lazily overhead, adding quietly, “But you’re surely not gonna catch any endangered Schmitties with that thing, as they’re round and hard as a bowling ball underneath all that fur.”
“I suppose you know the best way to gather them up for the Intergalactic Bio-count, too” he sneered, long past the limits of his patience for this taciturn, know-it-all Schmittygirl.
“In fact I do…it’s an old family tradition,” she replied, and reaching into an inner pocket of her lizard-hide vest, she pulled out the snissle-whissle, passed down from a long line of wranglers who’d ridden the ranges of the myriad planets of this galaxy (and a few others as well), protecting the beasties over centuries of industrial creep, back when wild Schmitties weren’t scarce and double-hump desert steeds loped free over distant horizons; so saying , she folded her legs and sat herself down on a small boulder by the waning campfire, and began to play a jolly, ancient tune from those times.
The red land began to undulate and rustle as the spheroidal critters rolled toward her, giggling and clacking against one another in their haste to hear the old tunes, familiar down to their genetic code.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2022)