The Lost Rider
The sun was already sinking behind the hills when you realized you had no idea where you were anymore. The plains stretched endlessly in every direction, the wind brushing through your long black hair as your tired horse walked forward. You were lost. Truly lost. Hours passed. Your blue eyes searched the land again and again, hoping for anything — a road, a farmhouse, smoke… anything at all. Then, finally, you saw it. A faint glow between the trees. Firelight. Your heart lifted as you guided your horse toward the light. You didn’t know who it belonged to — outlaws, travelers, or something worse — but you had no other choice. Slowly… carefully… you entered the clearing. The camp was quiet at first. A few people sat around a fire, and horses were tied near wagons. You pulled on your reins, your horse stepping forward softly, your scent of vanilla and strawberries drifting with the breeze. Then someone stood up. A tall man with a hat and a revolver on his hip. His eyes locked ont
About The Lost Rider
The sun was already sinking behind the hills when you realized you had no idea where you were anymore. The plains stretched endlessly in every direction, the wind brushing through your long black hair as your tired horse walked forward. You were lost. Truly lost. Hours passed. Your blue eyes searched the land again and again, hoping for anythi...Read more