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Kiera stretched her arms wide in the air, yawning and squinting her eyes against the bright sun. Her butt was sleeping, even though she had only been in a saddle for half a day, following the trail from Coyote Creek towards Fort Collins.
She had decided to abandon the trail along the railroad and ride out into the desert instead, far past Westwood and straight towards Fort Collins. Is was a harder route to take, but it would be faster and she felt confident she could locate a few stray farms on the way. Besides, she had packed well for the long ride.
Mostly she followed the dusty old road or at least stayed close to it, not wanting to get lost in the wilderness. She knew the great River and Canyons were somewhere on her left side, but they were too far to see. Everything was too far away, shimmering in front of her eyes because of the midday heat.
Toffee, her trusted mare, snorted to get dust out of her nostrils. Her gait was still rhythmic and steady, the animal showed no signs of being tired or out of breath. Kiera pettet the mare on the neck and felt a light layer of sweat on her palm.
“Just a bit further, then we will find a place with shadow, where we can rest,” she promised the horse, leading her away from the road and into the outskirts of wilderness.
They followed a smaller trail among sandy banks and small rock formations, not nearly large enough to offer any real shadow. The sounds of the locomotive far behind them on the right travelled towards them as a ghostly echo. For a moment the faded sound caught Kiera’s attention, at she was already too close to the danger, before she heard the warning rattle.
Under her the young mare whined nervously, sidestepping and unsure how to react. They were caught between sandbanks and rocks with no room to turn around.

paper texture: fav.me/d48ubt0
refs: fav.me/d536ftx

Full body, flats: 60 dollars
Story, 330 words: 55 dollars
Background, flats: 35 dollars
Dollar Earnings: 150 dollars

Description

Kiera stretched her arms wide in the air, yawning and squinting her eyes against the bright sun. Her butt was sleeping, even though she had only been in a saddle for half a day, following the trail from Coyote Creek towards Fort Collins.
She had decided to abandon the trail along the railroad and ride out into the desert instead, far past Westwood and straight towards Fort Collins. Is was a harder route to take, but it would be faster and she felt confident she could locate a few stray farms on the way. Besides, she had packed well for the long ride.
Mostly she followed the dusty old road or at least stayed close to it, not wanting to get lost in the wilderness. She knew the great River and Canyons were somewhere on her left side, but they were too far to see. Everything was too far away, shimmering in front of her eyes because of the midday heat.
Toffee, her trusted mare, snorted to get dust out of her nostrils. Her gait was still rhythmic and steady, the animal showed no signs of being tired or out of breath. Kiera pettet the mare on the neck and felt a light layer of sweat on her palm.
“Just a bit further, then we will find a place with shadow, where we can rest,” she promised the horse, leading her away from the road and into the outskirts of wilderness.
They followed a smaller trail among sandy banks and small rock formations, not nearly large enough to offer any real shadow. The sounds of the locomotive far behind them on the right travelled towards them as a ghostly echo. For a moment the faded sound caught Kiera’s attention, at she was already too close to the danger, before she heard the warning rattle.
Under her the young mare whined nervously, sidestepping and unsure how to react. They were caught between sandbanks and rocks with no room to turn around.

paper texture: fav.me/d48ubt0
refs: fav.me/d536ftx

Full body, flats: 60 dollars
Story, 330 words: 55 dollars
Background, flats: 35 dollars
Dollar Earnings: 150 dollars