Obedience

Hot was putting it lightly. Sweat poured around the brim of Sam’s cap. His dirty blonde bangs stuck to him like glue. I did it! I finally did it! "I've finally gotten enough saved up to get my motor cycle.” He shouted to his dad as he burst through the doors of the auto shop.

“Sheeze Son, why don’t you tell everyone in town!” scolded his dad, Coatus.

“My bad! I’m just so glad, it’s took me two years to accomplish this. When can you take me to pick it up dad?”

“Give me a couple hours to finish the job up and I’ll run you down there.  You go straight home and feed the cows, I'm sure they will be glad to see you.” replied his dad.

The walk home was beautiful, a sunny spring day with a gentle breeze. Sam was on cloud nine! Ole Mill creek played a soothing melody as it flowed over the rocks.

“Hey Sam, come sit with me, the water feels great!” declared Billy who sat on the creek-side.

Sprawled out on the river bank with his feet dangling in the water, Billy patted the ground beside him.

Sam seated himself next to Billy. “Billy I’ve always wondered why your mom called you BB?”

Billy laughed, “It stands for bad Billy. She said I was born that way! If I want something, I take it. I heard you tell your old man that you had money, and I want it! Billy’s hand appeared and in it was a shinny silver knife. “Now if you’d be so kind as to put that money on the ground, I won’t have to re-arrange your face!”

Sam eased the money on the ground. “Billy, you’re not bad, you’re evil!" snapped Sam.

“And you’re a disobedient son. I bet those poor cows are starving to death! Please go hug that tree over there. Someone will find you soon. Don’t worry, I just need some time to go party on this money," teased  Billy.

Trussed tightly to to the tree, Sam watched as Billy headed to his car. Every movement made things worse. The bark scrapped his face and arms. The bugs attacked as if he was a deli treat.

The sound of a familiar sound reached Sam’s ears. His dads rattling old truck speed by.

“Why didn’t he stop? He asked himself, moments later he answered, he thinks I’m home!”

Twenty minutes later, the truck approached slowly. Coatus looking on each side of the ditches. Sam screamed with all his might. Coatus brought the truck to a halt and rushed to Sam.

“Son, what happened. I told you to go straight home,” he declared as he untied Sam.

“Billy is what happened!” replied Sam with an angry tone.

“Billy who? Do you mean Martha Smits Billy?” Coatus asked.

“I don’t know who Martha is, his mom calls him BB. He’s about ten years older than me. No teeth and carries a big knife!” sneered Sam.

“Let’s get you home and cleaned up and I’ll call the sheriff. If it’s Martha’s son Billy, he is always hanging out at the bar. He hasn’t had time to spend much of  your money. Did you learn anything today?” asked Coatus.

"Aw come on, do I really need to answer that?” whined Sam.

“Now your throwing in rebellion? I guess a nod will do, but only this time his dad teased.

Wait and obey by Charles F Stanley