A homestead emerges on the horizon, nestled amidst breezy tendrils of amber grain.
The pony soldier - delirious and bloodied - is certain he’s hallucinating. His gelding freely roamed the Great Plains during the fraught nighttime hours, while he languished. He knows not where this animal wandered.
His guns were long since jettisoned in ferocious battle with Apaches. He prays their lack will not be his undoing. His horse lumbers ever closer to the broadening plantation.
A lone figure in a flowing, homespun dress appears out of the house. Neither of them knows yet how much they’ll need one another.
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That sounds like a great start to something.
You set up some very nice anticipation in a short piece!