Angel on the Prairie

[Laredo]

Lazerus

The winter season was in full swing. The crisp white snow christened the vast plains, with a dull gray overcast sky. Dried grass stems stood tall, poking out of the deep snow. Not too many others had tracked through the area he was in. It was still perfect, serene, untouched by other's tracks, other than his own now. It was a peaceful quiet that surrounded him like a comforting blanket, but he knew he still needed to keep his guard up. Indians did live out here, and they wouldn't mind snatching up another horse, and the buffalo were out about grazing as well.

His movements through the snow were slow, having to make an effort to high step over the snow to make a step, especially through the drifts he came across. He hoped that between he and his father Rowtag, they could find a decent place to keep their ladies, and new babies for the winter. And after all the trudging he'd been doing here. This was certainly not the place for them. Maybe this spring it would be a great romping place for them.

After all the trudging through the deep snow, he finally got to an area where the snow wasn't so deep, his amber orbs spotted a set a tracks wandering off toward the horizon. He lowered his head, and took in a few deep breaths, getting what scent he could off of them. They were still fairly fresh, made a few hours ago, and it was a woman who'd made them. He decided he'd take a chance to see who it was, and maybe have another join their growing herd. Their herd certainly wasn't much, not like it had used to be. Excluding his children, he just had Isolde, and his father had Tigerlily, and Absinthe. Isolde was great company, but she just didn't seem to possess what a good lead mare should have. She was more of a mare that did as she was told, and was good mare to comfort himself with. Truth be told, he still longed for a mare like what he had in that buckskin painted woman he once had, the mother of his children.

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