…..They came trotting by, man and stallion, in style and stood captured in time. Before them stood a woman from another generation, from another world and oh! were they intrigued.
“Who are you, woman?” the ravishing man with the stubble beard asked.
“You look parched. This ain’t your kinda place, is it?”
The beautiful brown glowing horse neighed in unison as if agreeing with his master and companion of years.
The woman looked bewildered. Here she was, away timeless in the desert sand, thirsty for not just water but for the love she had always wanted but somehow never got. All that was left inside of her was a heart cracked and hurt by lovers who betrayed her when she had asked for more than mere lust. And here stood a man, tall and handsome wanting to know whether she wanted something? No one had ever asked her ever. It was she who had been trailing love and had eventually been lost in the ravages of cruel time.
The cowboy gave his rough hand, put it around her slender waist oh! so gently and she landed right before him on the stallion, too scared that this beautiful moment would vanish even before she could marinate in its cozy warmth…..