The Horse Whisperer

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'What?'

He swallowed. 'I just wanted to say, that whatever you feel, whatever you think or want to do, it's okay.'

'And what do you feel?'

He said simply, 'That I love you.' Then he smiled and gave a little shrug that almost broke her heart. 'That's all.'

She put her cup down on the table and went to him and they clung to each other as if the world were already bent on their division. She covered his lowered face with kisses.

They had four days before Grace and the Bookers returned, four days and four nights. One protracted moment along the trail of nows. And that was all she would live and breathe and think of, A

They made love again while the sun eased over the corner of the house and angled knowingly in upon them. And afterward, cradled in his arms, she told him what she wanted. That the two of them should ride again to the high pastures where first they had kissed and where now they might be alone together, with nothing but the mountains and the sky to judge them.

They forded the creek a little before noon.

While Tom had saddled the horses and loaded a packhorse with all they might need, A

'Going up to check on the cattle, huh?'

'Yes.'

'On your own or…?'

'No, A

'Oh. Right.' There was a pause and Tom could hear two and two coalescing in Smoky's mind.

'I'd appreciate it, Smoke, if you kept it to yourself.'

'Oh sure, Tom. You bet.'

He said he'd drop by as previously pla

Before leaving, Tom went down to the corrals and put Pilgrim into the field with some of the younger horses he'd started to get along with. Normally Pilgrim would go ru

Tom was going to ride the same mare he'd taken on the cattle drive, the strawberry roan. As he rode up toward the creek house, leading Rimrock and the little paint packhorse behind him, he looked back and noticed Pilgrim was still standing alone by the gate, watching him go. It was almost as if the horse knew something in their lives had changed.

Tom waited with the horses on the track below the creek house and watched A

The grass in the meadow beyond the ford had grown lush and long. Soon the contractors would be here for haymaking. It slushed against the legs of the horses as Tom and A

For a long time neither of them seemed to feel the need to talk. She asked no questions now about the land through which they passed. And it seemed to Tom that this was not because at last she knew the names of things, but rather that their names no longer mattered. It only mattered that they were.

They stopped in the heat of the midafternoon and watered the horses at the same pool as before. They ate a simple meal she had brought, of crusted bread and cheese and oranges. She peeled hers deftly in one unbroken curl and laughed when he tried to do the same and failed.

They crossed the plateau where the flowers had begun to fade and this time rode together to the crest of the ridge beyond. They startled no deer but saw instead, maybe a half-mile on toward the mountains, a small band of mustangs. Tom signed to A

He was magnificent. Deep-chested and strong in the quarters, he weighed maybe more than a thousand pounds. His coat was a perfect white. The reason he hadn't yet seen Tom and A

'Things get kind of heated this time of year,' Tom said quietly. 'It's the mating season and this young fella thinks it's time he had a go. He'll have been trailing this band for days, probably with a few other young studs.' Tom craned in the saddle to peer around. 'Yep, there they are.' He pointed them out to A

'That's what they call a bachelor band. They spend their time hanging out, you know, getting drunk, bragging to each other, carving their names on trees, till they're big enough to go steal some other guy's mares.'

'Oh. I see.' Her tone made him realize what he'd said. She was giving him a look but he didn't return it. He knew exactly what the corners of her mouth would be doing and the knowing of it pleased him. 'That's right.' He kept his eyes firmly on the mustangs.

The two stallions were standing nose to nose, while the mares and foals and the challenger's distant friends looked on. Then suddenly both stallions exploded, tossing their heads and squealing. This was when the weaker one would normally concede. But the bay didn't. He reared up and screamed and the white stallion reared too, but higher, and thrashed at him with his hooves. Even from here you could see the white of their bared teeth and hear the thwack as their kicks struck home. Then, within moments, it was over and the bay scuttled off defeated. The white stallion watched him go. Then, with a glance at Tom and A

Tom felt her eyes on him again. He shrugged and gave her a grin.

'You win some, you lose some.'

'Will the other one be back?'

'Oh yes. He's go

They built a fire by the stream, just next to the place where they had kissed. They buried potatoes as before in its embers and while these cooked they made a bed, laying their bedrolls side by side with the saddles for a headboard then zipping their two single sleeping bags together. An inquisitive huddle of heifers stood with lowered heads on the other bank to watch.

When the potatoes were done, they ate them with sausage fried in an old iron pan and some eggs A

There was a gravity to their union which seemed to A

Later, Tom sat propped against his saddle and she lay folded in his arms with her back and head against his chest. The air had grown much colder. Somewhere high on the mountain above them there was the yip and wail of what he told her were coyotes. He draped a blanket over his shoulders and drew it around them, cocooning her against the night and all encroachment. Nothing, A

For many hours, staring into the fire, they talked about their lives. She told him about her father and all the exotic places where they'd lived before he died. She told him about meeting Robert and how he'd seemed so clever and dependable, so grown up and yet so sensitive. And he was still all of those things, a fine, fine man. Their marriage had been good, still was, in many ways. But looking back now, she realized that what she'd wanted from him was actually what she'd lost in her father: stability, security and unquestioning love. These Robert had given her spontaneously and without condition. What she had given him in return was loyalty.