Evening Ride

“He 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 water bearer, deep in the valley of dreams.”