Evening Ride
by Robert Byerley
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didn’t hurry. He took his time and looked over each mount before he
made his choice. He climbed up into the silver laden saddle and gently
tested the mighty horses reflexes by touching him lightly with a spur.
It felt good. The wind was from the South and the sun was quickly going
down. The night ride would soon begin and Johnny was ready. The
hauntingly beautiful music began and they began to slowly spiral upward.
Tonight’s destination would be the third star on the left of the
waterbearer, deep in the valley of dreams."
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