Buck Vs. the Bulldog Ants

by David Kersey

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  The box truck maneuvered slowly until the squeak of the brakes could be heard. The dirt road in the middle of nowhere was a perfect destination the three men had hoped to find. Remote, sparsely populated except for a farmhouse every mile or two.

  The night sky was perfect, pitch black. Offloading the four logs took less than five minutes. They were placed approximately twenty paces away from the road and at the edge of a corn field. Each log was cut in half with an axe. As the three men headed back to the truck, the only noise that competed with the tree frogs and cicadas was, "Praise be to Allah."