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No Place for Quitters
The August heat sat heavily on the air, blistering all that lingered in the sun for too long. Even the shade offered little comfort with the relentless heat. Another sweat droplet streamed from her brow down the side of her face as she watched the heat dance across the horizon, time creeping by, minutes feeling like hours. She leaned forward only slightly to scan her surroundings, trying to see further down the canyon, but knowing without seeing that her partner was just as eager for what was to come next.
As she sat, her horse shifted beneath her, his rhythmic tail swatting the only other movement he offered. He was quiet, even though he surely felt the anticipation that his rider was brimming with.
As they waited, the unmistakable sound of hooves against the packed earth started to fill the quiet, her horse’s head lifting in silent confirmation she was in fact hearing it and not imagining things. It wouldn’t be long now. She adjusted her seat, pulling the reins only slightly to communicate his need to be prepared to go when asked, and she could feel him ready himself in response.
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Pulling the fabric of her mask up across her face she watched from her hiding place as the coach rushed by, the horses thundering by as the dust filled the air around them. The sound of the wooden wheels of the coach and the footfalls of the fast-moving horses had to be one of her favorites, but perhaps because this was always when she heard them best.
As they passed, she squeezed her mount, and he launched himself forward falling into the dusty path of the coach. She dropped the reins, using her legs to guide him as she raised her pistols, firing off the first shot, which proved successful as the horses ahead of her sped into a frantic run.
It was only moments before the shotgun rider had prepared himself, and returned a shot, to which she pulled back only slightly, sending back one of her own as she did her best to keep her horse from staying too straight for too long.
They were almost into position now, well into the canyon, knowing she’d soon hear Millie’s shots joining the symphony. If there was one thing she could count on, it was her being where she said she’d be.
Thank you Tups for always jumping into my shenanigans with me, I am thoroughly enjoying watching these characters develop as their story progresses, and I look forward to many more with you! You can see her version here!
Credits:
The Horses-
Cheval D'or's Wavy Mane and Tail
Cheval D'or's Bosal
Cheval D'or's Lancaster Saddle & Saddle Pad
Visit Cheval D'or on Marketplace
Cheval D'or's Christmas Spirit Set Harness (Brown)
Available the 20th of November at the Christmas Event!
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I want to take a moment to remember Andrew Harlan, who I didn't know well, but knew to be a very kind person. I'm glad to have known him and been able to do this image with him. He was very talented and had a unique eye when it came to his SL photography. He will definitely be missed.
No Place for Quitters
The August heat sat heavily on the air, blistering all that lingered in the sun for too long. Even the shade offered little comfort with the relentless heat. Another sweat droplet streamed from her brow down the side of her face as she watched the heat dance across the horizon, time creeping by, minutes feeling like hours. She leaned forward only slightly to scan her surroundings, trying to see further down the canyon, but knowing without seeing that her partner was just as eager for what was to come next.
As she sat, her horse shifted beneath her, his rhythmic tail swatting the only other movement he offered. He was quiet, even though he surely felt the anticipation that his rider was brimming with.
As they waited, the unmistakable sound of hooves against the packed earth started to fill the quiet, her horse’s head lifting in silent confirmation she was in fact hearing it and not imagining things. It wouldn’t be long now. She adjusted her seat, pulling the reins only slightly to communicate his need to be prepared to go when asked, and she could feel him ready himself in response.
---
Pulling the fabric of her mask up across her face she watched from her hiding place as the coach rushed by, the horses thundering by as the dust filled the air around them. The sound of the wooden wheels of the coach and the footfalls of the fast-moving horses had to be one of her favorites, but perhaps because this was always when she heard them best.
As they passed, she squeezed her mount, and he launched himself forward falling into the dusty path of the coach. She dropped the reins, using her legs to guide him as she raised her pistols, firing off the first shot, which proved successful as the horses ahead of her sped into a frantic run.
It was only moments before the shotgun rider had prepared himself, and returned a shot, to which she pulled back only slightly, sending back one of her own as she did her best to keep her horse from staying too straight for too long.
They were almost into position now, well into the canyon, knowing she’d soon hear Millie’s shots joining the symphony. If there was one thing she could count on, it was her being where she said she’d be.
Thank you Tups for always jumping into my shenanigans with me, I am thoroughly enjoying watching these characters develop as their story progresses, and I look forward to many more with you! You can see her version here!
Credits:
The Horses-
Cheval D'or's Wavy Mane and Tail
Cheval D'or's Bosal
Cheval D'or's Lancaster Saddle & Saddle Pad
Visit Cheval D'or on Marketplace
Cheval D'or's Christmas Spirit Set Harness (Brown)
Available the 20th of November at the Christmas Event!
--
I want to take a moment to remember Andrew Harlan, who I didn't know well, but knew to be a very kind person. I'm glad to have known him and been able to do this image with him. He was very talented and had a unique eye when it came to his SL photography. He will definitely be missed.