Then Marcus swung into the saddle, touched two fingers to his temple, and rode east into the rising sun. Elias stood watching until the white coat dissolved into the white sky.
Here’s a short, atmospheric piece for you. It’s titled The Balance of Two. one horse 2 guys
Marcus could have shot him. Could have spurred Coal into the dusk and disappeared. Instead, he’d poured two cups of coffee. Then Marcus swung into the saddle, touched two
They’d never intended to share. But after that poker game, Elias had shown up at Marcus’s camp with a rope and a broken heart. “That horse is my daughter’s name,” he’d said. “You can’t just ride him away.” Then Marcus swung into the saddle