The younger swung up to the freight first, and reached out to help the elder.
They’d spent the afternoon on their bellies, in a ditch just this side of the railyard’s fence, waiting for the bulls to pass and for the engine to fire up. Now that they were on the train and moving, they slapped the dust from their trousers and jackets and the other’s shoulders. Congratulating themselves on a well-paid season of hard work.
A few hours later the train slowed, and the younger readied himself for a jump.
“Well, see you, boy” the elder said, smiling wide.
Prompt courtesy of the Daily Post.