She never could believe it, that she was still in one piece, alive, every time she was lucky enough to step off that damned plane. She hated to fly. But it was always worth it to catch up with Glenn whenever he was around. She wanted to get him to fly her to South America, to the big mountains below the desert. But he just always laughed at her in that very annoying way he had.
She had to get to her office. She knew there were three bids/proposals waiting on her desk and she couldn’t wait to get down to business and have a look at them. She really liked this driver and also the car was nice too. What a cushy job… she was thinking.
Over and over again, she had to remind herself to always read between the lines, always check sources. Her old innate journalism talents and tricks always came in handy whenever she started to really take apart someone else’s ideas for profit or progress… she was hard to trust anyone, period.
In the world that our girl worked in, everything was discreet, everything was under cover. Her very strategies lay in her ability to be very ahead of anyone else’s game. She was very good with numbers as well. And seeing all the way down the runway.
At almost ten o’clock, she set the second one down. This one was interesting. Now she’d submit some names to her research guy and see if what returned was equally interesting. This was the fun part, the part where she got to meet some of the brightest minds in the country. It was a delicate balance of acknowledging more ideas than experience, and reining in her own misgivings and doubt in favor of something new and refreshing to try.
Her intuition always paid off, it was never wrong, only her accuracy sometimes in interpreting. Instead of any analysis, it was just easier to accept things at face value and move on. She couldn’t wait to be finished with this meeting after lunch. Monday afternoon meetings in the conference room were always interesting. She just simply had no patience for nonsense today. She really wanted to get away as soon as possible and drive up to the “Estate.” This was a new property hidden back in some heavily wooded area, up-state a couple of hours. The girls were bringing their children, and everyone was excited about playing together again.
They had a small studio set up in the back of the house. Once she got there, she was glad to see it again. Glad to be there. It was much older looking now, but just as strong. The big glass windows all along the front of the room looking out onto the patio and trees outside were still strong, and looking bright. Amplifiers everywhere. They were showing off. These guys were good.
Later that afternoon, the kids were all out at the barn, the women gathered in the kitchen, helping each other cook, and clean, and just sit at the table and talk. Tea time. Sometimes it would drag out with so much talk of children and mundane household regurgitation, and our girl would sneak out the back door of the kitchen and find the old man to see what he was doing. The little child from next door was with him already, when she came walking into the barn. This little boy was insatiable with his questions, and she was already steeling herself for the unavoidable coming onslaught.
True to form, she could block out the kid, and the old man nodded, turned and went for the leathers. Her beautiful dark horse, was munching her oats with much relish and noise, she was almost smiling as she casually glanced over at the old man coming with her harness. It was just the little string harness as usual, just a regular day. Only she was here to ride. It had been a while. The energy was starting to rise up a little bit in the barn that morning.
With so little effort at all, his old arms swung up the lightweight English-type saddle, to most almost nothing, hardly even a saddle really… because she did not require anything heavy or showy at all this morning. Seldom did she ever ride for adornments or show. That would happen only once a year, and that was for the children, and the young at heart.
Her beautiful dark mare, with the white star on her forehead, was making noses in her throat, and clucking, showing excitement for what she new was coming up. She loved when the lady would take her out for a run. It was amazing and fun to show off and try to scare the lady! She could be a very naughty horse sometimes, but in the nicest most fun possible way.
Nodding at the barnsman/groom/old man, she reached out and put her palm against the horse’s broad shoulder next to the small dark leather strap on her chest. The horse took a quick deep breath and then snorted out the air very fast. She lifted up her left front leg and pawed with her hoof at the ground one time and then just stood there, watching, and waiting…
The girl swung up onto her back in one motion, and did reach down once more and touched her neck and said something sweet in her ear as the horse turned her head to survey this rider, on her back. As she did, her rear did a dance to the right and the woman took a big breath, leaned forward and squeezed her knees and ankles together and told her “Hyah!” in a loud whisper. And they ran.
She half hung on, mostly flew and pretended to be in control! The gallop was wild and crazy and there was no thinking. Just pure adrenaline. This old girl could still run, and her footing was just as reliable as ever. The great huge pasture was a wonderful green place to run. It felt so good and so familiar to them both. They stopped suddenly and both took a deep breath. The horse lowered her head to sniff and nibble at little flowers. These were strictly selfish pursuits. But the view was incredible, and she felt like she could conquer the world, and they were a beautiful sight to see. The horse lifted her head, and the both of them did gaze upon the beautiful green hills that spread before them, the gorgeous trees with their shade, so inviting. The sun was bright. And she was happy she finally made it home. The old mare stomped her foot again. And the girl laughed.
End of Chapter One.