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studeclunker
Posted : 9/1/2011 2:52:28 AM
The problem with feelings is that they can often collide with that state of being we often call reality. This Glimmer was about to find out as she carelessly carromed joyfully down the mountainside. In the meantime MP came more thoughtfully behind her. Carefully he picked his way down the path toward the sylvan glade at the bottom of the arroyo that housed the outlet stream of the lake. Just as he left the lake valley MP looked back. The valley looked the same; soft, short very green grass flowing up to the unaturally smooth lake, the sun glinting off the top of the Glacier, and the steep rocky walls of the alpine seque. Had he actually seen trees in the valley or were they out of his imagination? What about that voice? MP stood for a few minutes pondering what he had seen, experianced, and heard. In the end it was just too much for him to understand. Terra Hut? He thought, What's with that? MP turned and started down the Arroyo following Glimmer no more aware of the danger that stalked them than was Glimmer herself. In the meantime, The Connors had long since climbed the Anasazi trail out of the verdant valley and crossed the Plano to the lake. There were any number of campers and trailers set up, with the attendant scream and shriek of Motorcycles and ATVs. Sage began to dance and jib as they got closer to the lake and even Jocelyn was nervous around the screaming, shrieking motors. "Well if they came this way," remarked Evelyn ruefully, "any trace of them will be completely erased by all of this." Jack looked around and couldn't help but feel slightly relieved. Perhaps they could return home and give up this silly wild goose (or wild horse) chase. How the devil they were going to get these horses to cooperate and follow them home was entirely beyond him. He didn't know about the contents of his wife's saddlebags. As they passed the lake and it's wildly chaotic surroundings, Evelyn noticed a depression in the grass under the shade of a gnarled old scrub Oak. She dismounted, threw her reins to Jack and carefully examined the grass and surrounding area. "Well, this was uncommonly fortunate," she remarked thoughtfully. "Almost..." She broke off thoughtfully as Evelyn examined Glimmer and MP's erstwhile bed. She took in where they had entered the sheltered spot and followed it back a little ways. Just fifty feet from the tree she found manure from both horses, well scattered by the screaming, shrieking motors, and yet, not so much so that it wasn't impossible to identify it as what she was looking for. Evelyn returned to the resting place and looked for it's exit towards the lake and she found where the horses had made a meal of some palatible grass that was still a bit green in the shade of the tree. Then she followed the tracks toward the lake till they were obliterated by the vehicular tracks. She turned back to the horses and Jack and returned to Sage. "Well, they came this way and I think went to the lake. Since it's the only water source for some distance, I would assume they spent a little time there," she explained to Jack. "What's the matter," Jack asked her, " you sound like there's something wrong. I mean, isn't this the obvious way the horses would go, to the water?" "Well, yes... perhaps..." replied Evelyn thoughtfully, "Perhaps in days past it would have been. Nowdays though the wild animals only approach this lake, especially this time of the year, when they're desparate." She gestured around her, "Whitness the chaos and noise around you and the reactions of our own horses. Ours are domesticated and used to the noise of motorized vehicles and they're on edge. Wild animals won't have anything to do with this area and will skirt it for miles." Evelyn mounted Sage and stood in her stirrups, removed her hat and used it to further shade her vision as she stared around the lake and it's surroundings. She saw on the far side of the lake a Shepherd's wagon and two small draft horses. "Let's go over there, Jack," Evelyn suggested. "That Shepherd's wagon looks like it's been here a few days." "Good gosh, Luv!" exclaimed Jack, " How the devil can you tell that?" "They have a laundry line out and there's pins and no laundry on it," Evelyn pointed out, "Besides, the canvas roof of the Wagon looks dusty." Jack muttered and chuckled in amusement to himself as they urged their horses into a gentle canter over to the wagon. It was about a mile and a half to the Shepherd's wagon and the owner was sitting in a chair watching the Connor's approach. He stood when sure they were heading over to his encampment and called out to his wife, "Mother, it looks like we're getting some visitors." An old woman, still strong and erect, though withered by the sun like an old apple came around the far side of the wagon. She had soap suds on her strong arms up to her rolled up sleeves as she had been washing clothes. The woman shaded her sharp blue eyes against the relentless sun to squint at the visitors and a smile cracked her dried-apple face. "It's the Connors, Poppa, " she announced, "You know, the people from over the other side of the plains." "What the tarnation are they doin' here?" the old man wondered. However he was soon to get his answer as the Connors were now entering the campsite. "Hello Jacob, Emma," Evelyn greeted them. "Evelyn, what a pleasure," Jacob greeted her with a broad smile on his leathery old face. "Jack, good to see you too! I was just about to check if lunch was ready, would you two like to join us?" Seeing the two happy, ancient faces looking up at them Jack and Evelyn could't resist and agreed. It was kind of like coming across one's grandparents out on the prairie. Whilst sitting across the table (which folded out from the side of the wagon), the Connors told the Yoders their reasons for wandering so far from home. Jacob and Emma nodded quietly while listening intently. When Evelyn told them about the resting area she had found on the other side of the lake, the Yoders gave each other a knowing look. "Why are you so intent on catching up to these horses?" Jacob asked her, his face an unreadable mask. "Well, the male, the stallion, needs some treatment," Evelyn explained, " I have tranks in my bags and you can see my rifle. I'll simply trank him and give him the treatment he needs then let them go." "...And the Mare?" Jacob asked her, an intent gleam in his eyes. "Well, I suppose if I can get off a shot at her, I'll treat her as well," Evelyn replied, " however I haven't much hope of that." The Yoders looked at each other for a moment and Jacob gave Emma a nod. "The horses you are following," she ventured with a little smile, "Are they a dark-brown, kind of chocolate coloured Stallion and a glimmeringly white mare?" "Yes, that's them," Jack confirmed eagerly, "When were they here? "Two days ago I saw a mare and stallion like that pass carefully by here at dawn," Emma informed him, and unreadable expression on her face, "They passed to the west and north, Yonder," she gestured over her shoulder towards the distant mountains. "The mare looked a bit the worse for the wear and was delighted with the lake." Jacob chuckled, "Yeah, she played in the water with the delight of a little child," he revealed with an amused smile, " the stallion however, was much more wary. You'll have a good bit of a challenge gettin' that one in your sights. He's a cagey one. You should'a seen how he held back the mare from the water till he thought it safe. She was half crazy to get at the water and he wouldn't have nothin' to do with it till he was satisfied everthin' was clear." "We must'a sat'n the weeds till our joints nearly seized up waitin', " added Emma with a chuckle, "He's a wary one, that stallion is. If we hadn't been gath'rin herbs that morning in just that place up wind, we would'a missed 'em." "What could they be doing going this way this time of the year?" Evelyn asked the Yoders, "By the way, this stew is excellent." "Thank you," replied Emma, then glanced at her husband, who nodded to her again. "There is a legend in these parts of a lake, not too very far distant in the mountains that the horses might be making to." "Lake? Why up there? " asked Jack in confusion. "The wishing lake? But isn't that just a Native legend," asked Evelyn skeptically? Jack shooting her a surprised look. "Sometimes legends have a grain o' truth," the old woman replied a bit testily, "ignorin' folk wisdom 'cause it don't fit in with modern ideas aint always wise." Emma smiled and winked, "Specailly for an Arkie-ollie-gist." "Point and gybe taken," Evelyn replied grinning, "So, where is this legendary lake?" The old couple exchanged a look and broke out laughing gaily. Jacob slapped the table in his amusement making the dishes dance and rattle. "Well, that's just it, ain't it?" Emma replied laughing, "It's a legend, ain't it? You'll have to ask them horses where it is! I'll bet they ain't tell'in neither!"
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