sorry i havent updated in forever! ive been grounded...
Dutchy sat perfectly still beside a sleeping Mustang. Pale moonlight shone through a window with ripped drapes, bathing the almost empty room in an eerie glow. Mustang muttered something in her sleep and rolled over. He reached out and stroked the hair out of her face. She had a moon-shaped scar on her left temple where Dunder had kicked her a few weeks ago. Lost in memories, he didn't even feel himself drifting off to sleep.
Mustang sat up in her bed. She looked for a moment at Dutchy, trying to remember him, but unable to. Silently, she pushed the blankets aside and crept across the room. She hesitated for a moment at the door, then slid out into the crisp night air. It was only about 20 feet to the barn. The quiet sound of horses filled the dark aisle. She walked slowly past the sleeping animals, looking carefully at each of them. At the very end, she came to a stall where a red halter and lead rope hung. She peeked into the seemingly empty stall. The horse was laying on the ground, its nose tucked gracefully between its front legs. The window in the back of the stall let in light that made the horse's red-brown coat glow. Mustang's mind flashed back.
She was standing in the rain, a horse in front of her. A little way away, flames reached into the sky. The horse seemed to glow in the light.
"Cowgirl," Mustang whispered. They must have been lying. How could Cowgirl be dead, she was right there. She opened the stall and stepped in. The horse's ears twitched and it opened an eye lazily. It wasn't Cowgirl. Mustang knelt and ran a hand down the soft face of the horse. The markings were close, but not quite the same. When she closed her eyes, she could picture Cowgirl's face, and this wasn't it. But her eyes. The eyes that peered up at her had that depth, that intelligence, something unmistakeable about them. Mustang crawled over and snuggled against the warm shoulder. The horse nuzzled her knee and they both fell asleep.
The first rays of sun were just peeking up as Rattler limped to the small hospital room at the track. To his suprise, the door was slightly opened. He reached out to open it the rest of the way, but stopped. Let her be with her friends. He made his way over to the track. Inside however, Dutchy woke to find an empty bed in front of him. Where was Mustang? He jumped up and hurried out. Where would she go? Well, she'd done this before, and she went to Cowgirl. There was no Cowgirl to go to now...or was there? He ran to the barn. Mustang's racehorse-Firebird. He could have sworn she was Cowgirl the first time he saw her. Maybe a confused Mustang would think the same thing. When the stall first came into view, he panicked. Most of the horses had their heads sticking out over their half gates, expecting treats of something. As he got closer, he saw the door unlocked. He was about to cry when he arrived there and saw Mustang curled up next to Firebird. He breathed a sigh of relife. Not entirely sure why, he entered the stall and sat down next to her.
"Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight," he sang. He didn't know all the words to the song Mustang always sang, but he knew some. "Greensleeves was my heart of gold, who but my Lady Greensleeves." As he reached the end of the refrain, Kid Blink appeared in the doorway, looking frantic.
"You found her."
"Yeah."
"Well don do dat! I came in ta da hospital room thing and dere wasn't anyone dere."
"Sorry." Blink shrugged and sat down on Mustang's other side. Firebird gave a snort, not exactley sure of what was going on. Blink stroked her nose. "Yeh know dat song she always sings?" Blink nodded. "What're da words to it?"
"Alas my love you do me wrong, to cast me out discourtiously, for I have loved you well and long delighting in your company." Mustang's lips had started moving as they sang. She opened her eyes are for a second no one moved. Then she fell forward onto Blink, who was closest, wrapping her arms around him. Then she sat up and saw Dutchy. She hugged him too, tears running down her face.
"I know this one'll sound familiar, but I remember everything-again." She kissed him and sat back up, all three of them smiling. In the quiet that followed, a quiet sound reached Mustang's sensitive ears. Someone had started sining where Dutchy and Kid Blink had stopped. She held a finger to her lips and stood, not bothering to brush the saw dust off of her. Dutchy and Blink watched her curiously, but the singing became louder. As she stepped into the aisle, she saw someone standing next to the stall. Without his hat and over coat, he looked far younger, closer to 20 than 30. His light brown hair seemed the same color of the dust that swirled in the rays of sun. His deep blue eyes searched the ceiling for something that wasn't there. His voice wasn't as strong as it had been six years ago, mostly because he wasn't singing for anyone, and didn't really want anyone to hear. He didn't seem to notice her step in front of him. "It can't be." He snapped back to reality and met her eyes. It could be, and it was. "Chris?"
"Andi." She ran forward into his arms. Without his walking stick to support him, he lost his balance and they both fell to the ground, still hugging, tears running down their faces.
dinner. gotta go. enjoy my story and ill enjoy my dinner. sound good? good. you know what to do.
