The man on the horse drew back on the reins as he got even with Mick's spot of cover.
"I don't suppose you've seen a couple of guys on bikes?"
Mick shook her head slightly "nope, don't suppose I have" she kept her voice pitched low.
"Well....damn." The rider flicked the reins lightly and the horse began to move again " Be careful, there's a lot of mischief out there. If you're heading for Knoxville, it's all but burned to the ground. Hear tell there's some folks holed up at Fort Campbell though."
"Thanks" Mick called after him then added " Hey...I have one question."
"sure...shoot"
"Aren't you cold?"
"Yup" the rider didn't look back or offer any more words in explanation. He just picked up a bit of speed and headed on across the park.
Mick knelt where she was for a long moment, the cold from the paving stones sinking into her knees and shins. She shook her head and stood up, gathering her pack and reslinging it . "coyotes.......rednecks.......and....bares....oh my. And me without my ruby slippers." The strangeness of the encounter stayed with her as she headed back towards 85.
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Well, that was interesting - can't pass that off on a lost baseball bet! Looking forward to more - including the fifth horse of the apocalypse truly added a lovely sense of the surreal to the scenario, which is surely what such a situation would feel like! Looking forward to the next! MORE!!! Soon?
ReplyDeletegive me time to sleep I've been up for 48 hours. Clients...ack.
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