lucyoncolorado

In which I lose an expensive gun...

I'm in a field of tall wheat. It's an expanse of several acres, but out in the middle of the field are some low walls of stacked stone that mark property borders. I'm carrying a rifle and a heavy chrome semi-automatic with a scope. As I walk across the field, the rifle goes off accidentally and scares me. I jump in the air, and then sit down on the stone wall, thankful that the bullet didn't hit me. I examine the rifle and see that it is not loaded and that the safety is on, so I keep going. The rifle fires again, and this time I think that it must be possessed so I toss it away from me. It lands beside one of the stone walls. I keep walking until the grass is low and I'm standing on a hill looking down into a valley. I crawl on my hands and knees and peer over the hill at the deer below. I aim to shoot one, but at the last minute I change my mind. The deer are too pretty and I can't kill them.

I walk back to my father's cabin. When I get there he asks for his gun. I realize I've left it behind. I walk back through the field to the stone wall and pick up the rifle gingerly. It has a feature like a revolver in which it can be taken apart, so I dismantle the rifle so that it won't shoot at me again. I carry the pieces back to my father but he just tosses them in the dirt. He's angry. "This is your brother's cheap rifle!" he says. "Where is my semi?" Apparently the gun with the scope is worth several thousand dollars. I realize that I left it on the mound. I walk back across the field again and come to several mounds but I can't distinguish one from the other and I don't know which is the one where I left the gun. I look all over for it, but I can't find it. I feel like a loser.