The summer sun burned high overhead – the Eye of Sauron trapped between the edges of the world.
Craig groaned, wiped sweat from his brow and flung it away before shading his eyes to stare at the baleful orb. Sweat lined his back from where the backpack touched his body. He walked slowly, knowing his dad would be waking soon for his shift at the mill.
“Fucking Lenny,” Craig groused, kicking a rock in his path. He wiped his fingers through the short hair on the side of his head with a sigh.
He’d known Lenny his entire life. …