(Author’s note: Job is getting more hectic, more busy. Hoping to have more time now to do things. Didn’t get it last week. Here’s this week’s work:)
© Jean L. Hays
Reach
by Miles H. Rost
An investment of decades.
Bart slowly scanned the large stretch of land in Eastern Oregon that he called home. The sun was approaching the horizon, bathing him in an eerie orange.
He bought the land with a major investment he made just after World War II. He did well with the cattle, until he sold them a month before. The sale put into a safe trust for his grandchildren, provided they took up a marketable trade.
He put his back to the rock, and watched the sun go down.
As his final breath left him, it was his last call.
Music and Fiction 
The music, playing as I read the post, really punched your story home.
Part of it was based on a friend’s father passing on. But the words of Alan Parsons in this song really brought home the point, looking back at a life well lived, and leaving with a simple call of a sunset. Thank you for looking at this, even if it wasn’t posted to the Inlinkz group.