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                                               Prairie Lakes, 1893

Lizzie walked outside, her boots crunching on the fresh snow. She took a deep breathe and she could smell pine and Minnesota winter. Elizabeth sighed to herself.

            "I hate being so lonely" She brushed her long wispy blonde hair out of her eyes and continued her track to the stables. As Miranda requested, she was going to try to ride Wind Catcher. She tried not to feel resentful at Miranda; she tried to think of her happiness. She had gone off to seek adventure, and now she has her chance. I wonder what she would be doing, if she were here at this moment. She knew the answer to that. She would be out riding Wind Catcher, even in the snow. Lizzie would have tried to tell her to wait for the thaw, but Miranda doesn't like to wait.

            Lizzie thought about all the peaches she'd put up, all the tomatoes and peas and berries, so that Miranda could ride before it got to cold. Miranda had probably never intended on doing her share of the chores anyway. Lizzie couldn't wait until the circus rolled into town next year. She would haul her off the train and put her straight in the kitchen. She laughed to herself as she walked into the stable and greeted Wind Catcher.

            Lizzie couldn't believe she was doing this. She had been on a horse before, of course, her family owned 3 of them. But always with a saddle and on a traveled road, never, never in an open field blanketed with snow.

            "You can do this Lizzie" She consoled herself. In the chilly afternoon, her words came out in puffs of steam. She patted Win Catcher's charcoal-gray neck. She gave the horse a gentle nudge and they set off across the field at a walk. The snow squeaked under the horse's hooves. The field sparkled. Lizzie rocked gently with Wind Catcher's stride. She tapped the horse with her boot again and went into a trot. Lizzie felt smoke signal pick up speed. She swiveled one foot under her and stretched the other leg out to the side for balance. Up, down, up, down. She posted with Wind catcher's movement. Her hair flying in the wind. It was a great feeling. Excellent, Lizzie she rewarded herself. Elizabeth saw the snow-dusted trees surrounding the fields begin to dance as she rode. She breathes in the icy, crisp afternoon air and felt her body fall into Wind Catcher's rhythm, as she had watched Miranda do many times before.

            Here she was, the timid of the two, riding through a snowy field. Bareback. Not long before, Lizzie would never have believed it. Not long before Lizzie would have let Miranda be daring enough for the both of them.  But with Miranda so far, Elizabeth was going to have to be a little more adventurous on her own. She knew Wind Catcher's gentle trop wouldn't have been as slow and tame for Miranda. But she was proud of herself nonetheless.

            Up, down, up, down. Lizzie felt the caress of cold hair on her face, the power of Wind Catcher's hooves lifting through the snow, the pure, crisp, quietness of winter. Her happy laugher rode the wind. She wished Miranda could see her now…