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I lay on the horn before sticking my head out the window and shouting, “Can you move a little faster? Some of us have places to be.”
“Are you expecting them to answer you?” a voice says, startling me.
“That would be terrifying,” I respond quickly, before turning toward the voice.
A woman sits atop a chocolate brown roan, the reins held loosely in her right hand as they stroll closer to my window. She looks at home in the saddle with a pair of aviator sunglasses resting on her cheeks, barely covering the tinge of pink under her golden-brown skin. Her hair hangs around her shoulder, twisted into long locks that look more like braids. There are a few golden clasps affixed to a few of them, placed strategically throughout her hair to draw in someone’s attention. And draw me in they did. Everything about her is calling to me, pulling me toward her in a way I’ve never felt with another human being. Okay, this isn’t good at all. The last thing I need right now is a distraction, even in the form of a beautiful woman.
I squint my eyes slightly as I lean forward, trying to place her face. I’m not the best with names, but I always remember a face. Surprisingly, I’m unable to place hers. It’s not uncommon for someone to move to Redwood Falls for a chance to get away from the city, but it doesn’t happen very often, especially without the whole town talking about it.
“Didn’t your momma teach you it's impolite to stare?” she quips as her horse pushes its nose through the space, rubbing against my hand.
“Hello, sweet girl,” I whisper, my eyes locked on her as I run my hand down the horse’s nose. “I don’t have anything good in here for you to eat, but if you ask your rider, maybe I can bring you some apples tomorrow.”
“She loves apples.” The corner of her mouth quirks up into a small smile before she continues. “The last of them should cross soon. Sorry for the holdup. All the locals know to stay off this road around lunchtime. The herd always crosses around this time.”
“Thanks for the information,” I respond with a smile.
It’s rare that I can go anywhere, let alone back home, and no one recognizes me. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before this beauty hears from someone that Cooper Hendrix has come home, but for now, I’m going to enjoy the anonymity.
“No problem. I’d stay away from here around dinnertime, as well. We will be on our way back before the sun goes down.”
“I’ll have to keep that in mind for the future…” My voice trails off. I’m hoping she’ll give me her name, but she says nothing, just a glimpse of her smile before she turns away from me toward the fold.
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