For the
last two weeks that's all Vin had thought about, getting away and having some
time to himself, all alone.
And now
he was free for as long as he wanted to be.
Free to fish all day or hunt or just lay back and watch the clouds if
that’s what he wanted to do.
And he had every intention to do all those things and more.
Vin pulled his horse up to a stop and took a deep breath of
clean air, not tainted by the smells you get when amongst men.
He looked around him at the never ending plain, the mountains off to one
side, the creek he had stopped near, the small copse of trees, the field of
desert wild flowers . . .
. . . and gently turned his horse back toward town and his
friends.
He was alone, and for the
first time in his life, he realized that he didn’t want to be.
The End
