[m] so come a little closer baby

Wayne McCoy · 02-19-2012, 05:13 PM

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Word Count :: 502 Dated second week in the month.

Finally, Wayne McCoy was back.

Days of grueling training and exploring the northern regions of Nova Scotia had kept him away from his home. It had not been unpleasant business, as the mountain pack had been kind and his mission had been successful. He was glad that he had been sent away, but he was gladder to be heading back home to his home and his beloved, to pick up the life he’d had but a week ago.

One could tell that he had changed, however. The young cowpoke who’d headed north with a paper bundled in hand, uncertain about what he was meant to do, was not the same man who was heading back. His dusty yellow-grey fur was dirtied from travel and rent in places by claws, the new scars adorning him already healing. The muscular body meant for work was toned for combat as well, and there was a feral cast to his squared-off features. He looked, for once in his life, as much wolf as dog.

Presently, he rode hard through the night toward Casa di Cavalieri territory. One fist clenched the knotted western reins as his free fingers tangled in his mount’s flaxen mane. He leaned over her neck, picking out the deadfall and guiding the mare around it, as they trampled through the forest trails. At one point, Fern whinnied for the sake of announcing their midnight gallop toward home, and Wayne laughed loudly as he felt her energy peak. The giant horse leaped a log and landed hard, nearly jarring him from the saddle, and continued as if with winged hooves.

Eventually, they approached the forest border, the scent of now-familiar pack mates announcing the boundary. The man coaxed the mare into a slower gait, letting her cool down naturally as they trotted and walked the final stretch. Breath of equine and canine floated in the cold night air as pale vapor, and finally they crossed into the pack lands. Sitting himself higher in the saddle, the Labrador mongrel threw his head back and let out a doggish howl to shake the stars, announcing his return—though his voice called for one woman alone to wake and reunite with him.

They stepped deeper into the forest, and Wayne dismounted once they reached a small open valley. The grass was dark, the snow melted in the warm day past, and the bowl-shaped sky was lit with moon- and starlight. It was breathtaking, and he realized how little time he’d spent exploring the territory with the horses always taking up his time. Breathing in the scents of the valley, he loosened the saddle girth then simply decided to remove all Fern’s tack. She could sleep or graze out here as he studied the newfound scenery, and he would bring her and the equipment back to the corral when it was time to leave.

Muscular chest heaved with a deep breath, and the man slowly settled down onto the night-cool grass, leaning back to look at the stars.

table by raze; code by kitty; image by gogoloopie

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