rmsmith96
His hat was made of straw and his teeth were crooked. Under the Kentucky skies, it was a stereotypical southern farmer. I looked out over the field and saw the grass that stretched as far as the eye could see, it would all be turned to straw.
Although the glance was brief, so much emotion passed between us. We both knew, without a shadow of a doubt, what was going to happen. I know he didn't want me to do it, but I had to. Without another thought, I pushed the button.