The Hard Way «WORKING - Version»

Elias had two choices. He could sit on the bumper and wait for a passing truck—which, on this backroad, might take until Tuesday—or he could start walking.

His boss, an old-timer named Miller, looked up from a tractor engine. He looked at Elias’s dust-caked face and his trembling hands. "Truck die?" Miller asked. "Yep," Elias rasped. The Hard Way

As the sun dipped behind the jagged peaks, the temperature plummeted. His muscles began to cramp, locking up in the sudden chill. He wasn't walking for the ranch anymore; he was walking to prove he still could. Elias had two choices