He moves stealthily
Swipes behind you quickly
Out of the corners of your eyes
You see him
The rider
Strong, tall, black as night
He moves with such grace
His reata held behind him
You hear the neighing
The horse is caught on a stump
It can’t move
Deep breaths, you caution yourself
He moves again
Quicker than before
His horse is free
It is pacing and quivering
The sharp whistle blows
It’s a shrill noise
It makes your ears hurt
For only a heartbeat
Now you see him again
He’s raised his lasso
Unexpectedly he’s in the air
His feet are sky high
You hold your breath
For all of a second
And then give a shaky release
The rider is on his horse
