Night Ride
Jack woke up cold and lonely, the full moon casting shadows on the ground outside the tent. A damp fog crept up the foothills from the peaceful sleeping
world below. He silently saddled his horse without much thought and set off up the mountain. The trail was clearly visible in the bright moonlight; only an occasional spider’s
web impeded his rocky trek to the highlands above. An hour later, maybe two, he arrived at his destination. He quietly opened one tent flap
wide, entered and settled himself inside, curled up next to his sleeping lover, absorbing his warmth and companionship.
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