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UntitledThere! The man thrust his arm outward, finger pointed to the horses below. They drifted across the moor slowly, bunched together against the chill, heads down, milling restlessly.
His companion sighed and looked half-heartedly in the direction of the herd, more to appease his eager friend than in any hope of actually seeing something. His eyes roamed over horses; small, study beasts with coats grown shaggy against the cold. They plucked at the grass with mild interest. Plenty of green grass had seen them grow fat.
I dont see anything, Jerry.
The two men sat astride two solid herding ponies, looking down from a plateu to a large herd belonging to the first man, Jerry.
Hang-on, hang-on Jerry craned his head from side to side, scanning. There! Lucas look!
Another sigh. All Lucas could see was horse-hide; brown, bay, black, grey, chestnut
A flash of white caught his eye, drawing it like a magnet. A round bay mare stepped for
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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