My world, my worries, my fears, my friends and family were all left behind. I suppose everything was left behind like the way a horse races across the desert, the dirt flying as he galloped across it. I first glimpsed the mighty stallion while I was driving in Jake's truck. Later that evening I went out to the La Charla river to think. I sat on a boulder and a silver horse waded across the water towards me, his forelock fell into his dark mysterious eyes.
"Zanzibar..." I whispered, my eyes widening at the familiar look in the horse's eyes.
The stallion nickered softly, shaking his head. I chuckled softly and stood slowly as not to scare him. He took another step forward. I raised my hand to touch him, he thrust his nose into my palm. I smiled at the familiar velvetyness.
"I missed you baby. You didn't forget me did you?" The horse nickered deep within his throat as if confirming it.
I whispered his name again and his ears pricked forward. I smiled in the moonlight and began stroking his smooth neck. The stallion turned his head to look at me, asking me something.
"I can't ride you. I haven't ridden since I was sent away..." I whispered, scared my voice will scare him away. he bobbed his head as if saying Oh bull. Get on. I giggled softly, his personality was still the same. I looked up at the house; all the lights were still off.
Taking a deep breath I took a handful of his mane and swung up onto his back. Everything came back again, my riding skills; the skills Jake taught me. The stallion moved forward underneath me at a walk. I looked out at the ranch in the moonlight, nothing much had changed besides the house getting a new coat of paint. We walked past the 10 acre pasture; Ace came to the gait and nickered to his old friend. The stallion replied back softly but kept going; his mind set on something.
I let my mind wander while I held onto the phantom. Jake had changed, he was blushing all the time. Well, just when he was around me. I don't know what I had done to make him do that. He seemed kind of jumpy if I smiled at him or something like that. I didn't understand what was going on with him. Instead of staying in Sanfransisco for 2 years, I stayed there till I was 15. Jake is now 18. He had grown up since the last time I saw him when I was 11.
I never thought I would say this about my best friend but he was pretty hot. He had changed from the lanky 14 year old I remembered him as. His body had filled out and his face had matured a lot.