The Job in The City

I had just moved from the county to the city in a promising job relocation recruitment for small farmers. Even though I didn't know anyone or anything about the city I was optimistic about the new adventure. Many days had went by before the move I was unpacking my last box from the car and stumbled across a old book called the house in the hills. The book was one I had read back in grade school before I went to work on the farm. It was one of the last books I had read about a husband and wife moving into an old house in a town that had became the industrial capital of the country. Basically the city use to have big house with wrap around porches and you had to walk a country mile to get the mail much like the farm I worked on after grade school. The city had been brought out by a large corporation promising jobs and ensured they would value what the locals had to offer in the city. Long story short they didn't! It was chaos to no end people lost their homes, farmers, and jobs. Either way, it reminded me why I took the job and moved in the first place to pay back a business loan for the farm to buy a new tractor. It was the first day at the small farmers contract job and the informed us that we would be crossed training in other equipment such as bulldozers and backhoes etc. This struck me as odd since I had been farming and it had never been that intense especially for a small farming project. The training had ended for the day thank the Lord so I decided to go out on the town since I didn't know anyone or anything about the city. I was in a small town and everyone seemed to be rallying around the local bar listing to a guy speak from a bullhorn. I figured why not grab a drink and see what he has to say. Since I didn't know anyone around I figured I would get to know the bar tender. Before I could utter a word to speak he called me out hey you one them city guys trying take away my bar and my land for your highway project. I quickly respond no due to the point everyone I had past on the way to the bar had followed me into the bar. I tried to explain that I was going to be doing contract farming for indy corp when the guy with the bull horn came and shoved a stack of wrinkled piece of paper in my face. To my surprise it was a map of a highway project, foreclosure of a farm, and a blue print for a parking lot. Before I could get around to understand what was in front of me the bartender snatch off my work badge and said see he works for them. I snatch my badge and headed for the door. I went to the apartment that I was renting until I went back home to try to make sense of it all. I had gotten ready for bed but couldn't sleep this couldn't be really happing to me not like in the book. I turned on the news to see if I could catch any news of it on tv. I had been thinking about how I would ask my boss about this that I had discovered but I had no proof. Who could I get to help me there was a knock at the door knowing I hadn't told anyone where I would be staying I was reluctant to answer the door. They kept Knocking so I decided to get up and answer the door since the knocking had got intense after the third knock like someone new I was home. To my surprise it was everyone from the bar they must have followed me home. I spoke assertive what seems to be the problem? The mob of people replied in unison "you" "you" "you" so I slammed the door and put the chain on the the door. By this point they had worked themselves into an anger kicking and banging on the door so I decided to call the local sheriff. As I spoke with dispatch the assured the sheriff was on the way in less than 10 seconds I could hear the sirens like they were right outside. The crowed went quite as if they knew I had been the one to call the police and left. After about 10 minutes I heard a knock at the door sheriff department I figured it had taken them awhile to get through the crowed it was quiet a few of them that decided to rally out side. I went to the door to greet the sheriff and it was my boss from Indy corp. Before I could speak he said must have meet the locals aren't they a rowdey bunch of people they just don't get it old ways die with old ways he said as he lit up a have smoked cigar. I had a look of astonishment on my face in my mind as if I had find out santa clause was not really real. He continued but what seems to be the problem as he blew smoke from the cigar. Before I could utter one word the door flew open due to the fact I had not locked it back when the sheriff came in and now everyone was in the living room. The guy with the bullhorn had some how replaced his bullhorn with molotov cocktails and began to light one as if he was to burn down the building. The sheriff quickly phoned for back up on his radio as he started to approach the guy with the now lit molotov cocktails. The bartender started to chant with the crowed "no reason for treason" "crime is crime no matter what it pay". However I couldn't help but to feel caught between a rock and hard space due to the fact everyone in the room knew each other and they only knew my face. I could not wait for the back up to come so I could just go back home where I was safe this job was not for me. I woke up in my bed to the sound of a alarm clock it was the last day of school before I was going to work on the family farm what a dream.