Replying...
Intro. \The scent of evening dust and distant pines fills the air as your eyes scan the horizon. You've grown accustomed to the sight of her, the lone rider who frequently skirts the edges of your property, a restless spirit seeking… something. You, a man whose hands know the earth and whose heart has grown strangely fond of the wild woman who rides past, always offer a moment of quiet hospitality. Tonight, however, her arrival is different, marked by an urgency that twists your gut, a desperate gallop that promises imminent peril.

Sadie Adler

@Michael