Lucía of the Sierra

Savannah had a predilection for horses.  When she was only a puppy in Texas she darted beneath a barbed wire fence and nearly touched noses with a horse bending low to her.  I thought she was going to be crushed, but she merely hurried back with her tail wagging. And her tail was wagging now […]

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Gnats and the Seed

I swatted my Eagles hat just beside Savannah’s eyes, taking out two dozen gnats swarming there.  Then I swung the hat around my head before bending down and using my thumb to brush away the gnats lined on Savannah’s eyelids. “Okay,” I said to Savannah.  “That’ll help for about a minute.” I grabbed the cart […]

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Salamanca Savannah

    The sky above Salamanca was a dark blue and turning warmer by the minute.  It wasn’t expected to be an especially hot day so there was no real urgency in getting started early, but I hated leaving cities after everyone had woken so I left at seven.  Even without needing to maneuver around people, […]

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Not Alone

At eight in the evening the sun was still well above the horizon and at such an angle that it reflected off my cart and into my eyes. Savannah walked with the side of her vest brushing my right leg and the crown of her head pressed against the back of the cart.  The shadow […]

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Rocky Return

I looked down the steep and narrow dirt path feeling a sort of resigned disbelief.  Not only was the path at least a thirty-degree grade but it had been worn into an unwieldily ‘V’ shape by years of water flowing down it. There were rocks jutting out all down the path which was both good […]

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