Chapter 2
The Middle
The days that followed were unremarkable in the way that all important days are unremarkable while they are happening. It is only later, looking back, that you see the shape of what was being made.
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The First Horse
I have been waiting my whole life for something I cannot name. When it comes, I will probably be looking the other way.
The Second Horse
That is the nature of the thing you are waiting for. It arrives while you are busy being alive.
Evening, Three Weeks Later
They stood at the fence together watching the last light leave the valley. The field went from green to grey to the color of old pewter, and then it was dark.
Neither of them said anything. There was nothing to say that the silence did not already contain.