Denise’s Six Sentence Story prompt – Yellowbelly
He was adopted into this town of ringers to work hard in the cattle trade.
Either died in the heat with thirst, or sold himself to the tavern as a slave and prostitute, the choice was obvious.
The Darwin scorching sun fried him into a freckle mess; callouses and blisters kept him in agony; the worse of all, he was belittled by the macho men who called him a Yellowbelly.
He didn’t want to fight back because he was a lot weaker than them, and his God condoned violence.
He prayed to his God like Daniel, three times a day, “Lord, when I am weak, your strength is magnified. Keep me from the temptation to murder them in their sleep, and deliver me from their evil acts. Amen.”
Surely, his God answered his earnest prayer, when the town election came, he was elected to be the local member because he was the only man could read and write.
Flicker of Thoughts 
From your description I can see how he would easily want to murder them in their sleep. As a side effect it would prove he was not a yellowbelly. By the grace of God he didn’t.
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God guarded his heart.
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A human amongst savages.
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His patience was one of many of his virtues. Happy ending!
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Harsh town, harsh life. You painted a bleak picture, C. Well done!
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In the old days, late 1800 and early 1900, life was tough.
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A tale of triumph over adversity.
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I enjoyed this tale, and really liked how it ended.
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Thank you Nicole.
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