The Kerr Construction Company

ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-278-3
Page Count: 77
Word Count: 21059
Rating: Sweet (G-PG)

The Kerr Construction Company

Dalhart McIlhenny is restless after finishing college. With old school values from his rural upbringing in Texas and a chip on his shoulder from being a Marine during the Age of Aquarius, he sets off on a quest. He wants something different in his life. Something others of his generation wouldn't understand.
The Indian Capital of America. That's what they call Gallup, New Mexico, and that's where he'll search for whatever it is he wants. But first he must find a job. One no one else wants. One as a laborer for minimum wage for the Kerr Construction Company, working with the local Navajo and with illegal aliens. Far away from the fast cars and parties he doesn't care about like others do. He becomes best friends with an ex-bullfighter from Durango and finds allure in just trying to survive in a world that doesn't care. Then he meets Carmen.

Rating: Sweet  
Page Count: 77
Word Count: 21059
978-1-62830-278-3 Digital


“Quitting time, McIlhenny,” I heard Ira shout.

“Another five minutes,” I shouted back.

“I’ll load up,” he answered. “Oh yeah, another thing.”

“What’s that?” I asked when he didn’t follow through.

“Didn’t you say you used to play football?” he asked.


“You’re a fast runner, right?”

What does that mean? “Yeah,” I answered again.

“You better be. This is a stick of dynamite here in my hand.”

He lit it and threw it my direction. I didn’t look back until I heard the explosion. There was a hole ten yards from where I used to be.

“Come on,” he shouted again, not bothering to laugh. “Let’s go home. Go get your shovel if it’s still there.”

Later I thought of Ira’s shenanigans, sitting in the restaurant, savoring the rich garlic aroma. He would have made a good Marine, I decided. I never made it to Vietnam, but I get to tell my grandkids about when I worked for the Kerr Construction Company.

I heard Carmen’s voice come from beside me. “You got a look about you, hombre,” she said as she walked over to me and planted a small kiss on my lips. “Is that a smirk? What wickedness are you contriving? Better not leave me out of it.”

“Nearly got blown up by dynamite today,” I said as my smirk turned into laughter.

“Good Lord, man. How did that happen?”

“Aw, not really,” I said. “It’s a long story anyway.”

“Don’t eat here tonight, Sweets,” she said with a wink. “Mother has supper ready for us. She’s going to bring up Monument Valley. She knows what the hell we did there. And I ain’t talking the scenery or our intimate little conversations. I’m talking she put two and two together and she knows we’re not virgins.”

“She would’ve suspected what was going to happen even before we left.”

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