Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Monday, January 24, 2011

11.24

Her sides heaved deeply and were layered with sweat and hair. Her hooves beat a steady rhythm despite the rugged terrain. Her nostrils flared, ears swung, eyes rolled, looking for danger.
He dozed, rocking back and forth on her back.

7 comments:

  1. HINT:
    http://www.thestylehouse.ca/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/ewing-galloway-cowboy-and-sunset.jpg

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  2. I like western things like this. (Have you seen previews for True Grit? It looks amazing!)

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  3. That actually looks like it will be interesting--in an odd sort of way.

    I also want to see Rango.

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  4. Hmm.

    I have horses, and reading this is very upsetting, because the whole time I'm like, GET THAT HORSE COOLED DOWN AND CLEANED UP BEFORE SHE DIES OF HYPOTHERMIA OR SOMETHING AND ALSO HOW CAN YOU BE SO CALM WHEN SHE IS SO CLEARLY FREAKED OUT.

    And then I calmed down and thought, TRUST.

    So, kudos for that, I guess.

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  5. Haha, I guess. It's kinda . . . I dunno. I don't think this Cowboy is a very good one. I'm not sure if he is just sleepy from running from native Americans, or if he has just finally crashed after going all day . . .
    But the horse is taking care of him, right? So that's alright, anyway.
    He should brush her down and get her something to drink, though. Goodness.

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  6. :-)

    You're the best.

    Captcha says "deffect," which I think should be a word. Like a negative effect, maybe?

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