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The SUV trundled along the sun-baked mud road. A man in a three piece suit puffed his cigar, oblivious to his companions’ discomfort. He wiped the sweat from his brow with a silk handkerchief.

“So, how far are we from the site?” He glanced at the landscape outside filled with shrubs.

“Few more miles, just underneath the mountain yonder,” His underling stammered in reply.

“What about these lands?”

“These lands have potential, Sir. Soil tests show that drip irrigation is possible.”

“Screw that! These lands are rich in Rhodium. I need these too. The farmers can get stuffed.”

His gold tooth shined through the cigar fumes.

It’s Wednesday and time for yet another edition of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff – Fields, who celebrated her birthday a couple of days ago. Here’s wishing her (belatedly) a very happy birthday. Many thanks to Danny Bowman for providing the photo prompt. Find other interesting entries to this week’s prompt here.

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