On The Trail (Part One)

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2003-09-17

Taking a deep draw, I exhale the smoke into the crisp, afternoon air and, as my companion clicks her horse to continue along the trail, I give my horse a nudge to follow on behind. A little niggle in the back of my mind admonishes my previous fears. I should have tried horse-riding before. I can`t help thinking that my companion has chosen my steed with care. King, a big bay, was gentle and willing and, more importantly, very forgiving in not jerking and shying when I tried maneouvres that experienced riders knew were impossible. The trail widened and, hurrying King`s gait a little I drew alongside my companion. She smiled again, perhaps at my inexperience with the horse. . . . but then, perhaps just pleased to have my company out here in the early-Summer sunshine. "How do you like it so far", she asked. "It`s great". The words almost jolted out of my lungs with the constant motion of my ass bouncing against the saddle. But I meant every word. The sights and sounds of the forest, the shadowed mystery.

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   Rocky outcrops and gullies with their secret delights and the bubbling of streams making their hurried path towards the distant Pacific.

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The slight breeze across the valley, even the motion of the horse beneath me which I was kinda getting used to by now. And yes, I was enjoying the company of my curvy companion. Her mane of blonde and her subtly sexy giggle and twinkle in her eye each time our eyes met. Just as I imagined her lovely thighs, now embracing her horse`s flanks, embracing mine. . . . . she clicked her horse once more and broke out into a canter along the tree-lined trail. By the time I`d controlled my horse and aimed King down the trail she was out of sight. "Damn! Where`d she go?"Flickering my finished cigarette into a rain-water puddle I set off behind her at a trot trying to listen for the sound of her horse`s hooves. Rounding a bend amidst the trees I entered a clearing - the beauty of which was equally as breath-taking as that of my missing companion. A waterfall cascaded down a sheer rock-face shrouding the pool into which it descended in a fine mist of water-vapour.

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  . . the sunlight making it look most exquisite. One of the sights of Oregon that I shall always remember. Taking in the spendour, my eyes sought out an indication of where my lovely trail-guide had gone. Where had that cheeky lass gone?Some distance up the trail I saw her horse, the saddle empty, standing quietly, it`s reins secured to the branch of a fallen tree. But where was my cuddly companion?I reined King to stop alongside her abandoned steed and looked about the clearing. Had she fallen off? No. . . . . her horse is secured to the branch. Had she hidden among the trees? Where was she? Suddenly something small and light hit me on the back and I whirled the horse around expecting to see her impish grin. Nothing.

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   Then, as my eyes searched the adjacent trees, I saw a pine cone arcing through the air towards me. Haha! My Sweetheart! I know where you`re hiding! Behind the fallen tree. Quickly, albeit untidily, I dismount and quickly fasten King`s reins to one of the trunks branches. As silently as I could, I tiptoe, my breathing seeming to be almost as loud as the horses as I move around the bulk of the fallen tree to find my hidden companion. Slowly, lest a footfall might give me away. Where is she?.