I do not mean anything. I am a horse. A solid mass of muscle, hoof and bone. I am not a symbol. I am a horse. Muscle, hoof and bone.
I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no….
No you haven’t. I am Thunderwind.
But that don’t scan.
Thunderwind. Say my name.
Horse years run faster than human years, you’ve seen that boy, haven’t you? Yessir, though, now you’ve finally caught me up. You’re 25 now, 25! And me nearer 80 than not. Not long to go maybe. What say we jump that one last canyon? What say? Let’s go.
“Put me out to stud! I said – oh for Silver’s sake, get your hands out of my mouth. How am I supposed to be a man whisperer if you won’t let me whisper. I know you’re nearly bankrupt but you can afford me. Buy me and put me out to stud. The whispering ponies will be worth their weight in gold.”
Jeb let go of the horse and scratched his head. He had a strange feeling that if he bought this horse all his money worries would simply disappear. And he wouldn’t use him in the field. He would breed from him and sell the ponies.
“What have you done? We’ll be ruined!”
“Don’t worry Mother, the ponies will save us.”
Unfortunately, a year later his mother was proved right and the bank took their farm. In the warm stable the tired yet happy Man Whisperer planned his next move.
Also posted at http://flashfriday.wordpress.com/2014/10/24/flash-friday-vol-2-46/ 24 October 2014