Her house was perched on the cusp of the valley as if teetering on the rim of a cup. She didn’t miss the town or the frenzy of hustling a few coins, but she did miss the sound of another voice. Not enough to change her mind, but just once in a foggy morning she thought it might be nice to hear a string of sounds that didn’t start with a snort or a hoof pawing the ground.
He said he would be back by morning, leading a group of strays. He’d taken the roan, the mare with a temper to match her eyes. But she was the best for long rides. And it had been a longer ride than expected.
She was still waiting on the brink of this valley after twenty-two years.
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