Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Western Sky


Ellen leaned back in the saddle and stretched the kinks out of her back and legs; until now, she hadn't realized just how blue the sky was, up here on the mountain. It seemed as if they'd been climbing forever; she knew her horse was feeling it, too. Time to make camp.

She smiled as she pulled the saddle off; she watched her horse shake off the sweat with a satisfied grunt. As tired as she was, she took care of her horse first; a cooling walk, a brisk curry with the sweat scraper and then they could both have something to eat and a good rest.

In the morning, when the sun rose, they'd continue; there were many more mountains ahead of them.

© 2013 Cynthia Newcomer Daniel

6 comments:

gwenbeads said...

Gorgeous!

Ilka said...

Wonderful!

estherbeads said...

So beautiful!!

vicki said...

Love both the story and the necklace!

SallyAnderson said...

Love your stories as well as your beadwork!,

Miss Loretta said...

Cynthia, what a stunning piece. I'm glad to see you here.