Dispatch #20 - My Evening With the Stallion
A (very) short story.
We made eye contact just as the last sliver of sun had dipped below the ridge. I had been wandering through a maze of sagebrush, pointing my camera in the general direction of west and north, studying shadows and watching the light slip upwardly along Granite Mountain.
Goodbye sun, I quietly remarked and then turned toward the east.
That’s when I saw him…