Six Sentence Stories - Drive

Some stories are fictitious while others are authentic. As you visit the Six Sentence Stories blog hop you no doubt will see a little of both from time to time.

Denise of the Girlie on the Edge's Blog is the host of the this blog hop. I will be linking up to Six Sentence Stories - Drive. By clicking the link you will be able to read some more stories composed of only six sentences. Some clever writers even write six sentence stories that are serials in nature, but staying true to the blog hop rule of using the cue word that changes each week. 

One hundred thirty acres of land, with the remains of the foundation of a pioneer home that once had been built at the edge of the forest, was a lot to explore for people and for sheep. 

Unfortunately the fencing that existed either needed to be replaced or was in dire need of mending, and money was too short to hire some help to repair all the fencing.

She and her brother were considered free labor in 1951 even as young as they were with only seven and five years of experience on this earth. 

So it was a hot summer day to remember when their dad tried to drive the the sheep up the hill, with him following behind on the tractor, the brushy fence row with plenty of poison oak and wild blackberries mingled in on one side and she and her brother on the other side of the sheep to keep them together as a herd.

They followed an old rutted road up the hill, and then along the edge of the forest where it eventually turned and wove its way up through the fir trees until they came to the highest peak of the property and a large clearing where the sheep were to graze. 

Their dad had other farm work to tend to, so what could go wrong if he left them to tend the sheep making sure that the sheep didn’t stray away from the clearing where they might get lost in the forest, or stray through a broken fence into neighboring properties?