BANG! The long grey trailer rattles and moans as pot holes jump out and surprise the driver. Horses whine and stomp as the anxiety of the morning builds. She sits still, staring out the window into deep blue sky. Clouds scatter and whirl like a painting that has just begun. Her blonde hair rests delicately on her shoulders, her boney fingers run back and forth along a sharp blade. Her stomach twists and turns with the road as they near their destination. She glances behind her to see her horse stick his nose out of the trailer and sniff the air. When she turns back around she sees it, the never ending grassy plains; with tall luminous mountains looking over in an almost protective way. Trees can be seen in the distance like tall soldiers waiting to attack. They come to a halt and she hops out, her dirty boots send up a billow of dust and leave her mark in the ground. She opens the trailer and sees him standing there. His tall dark figure quivers and shakes with excitement, his eyes are wide with the fear of the unknown. He blows snot out of his nose and stamps his foot ready to be set free. With one smooth motion her long legs glide over his back and come to rest in an old saddle. She can feel his body beneath her and knows he is ready to go.
She gently heels him in the ribs and he starts to lope; his long legs stretch and extend as each stride grows faster. Her small backpack bounces around on the horn as if it were alive. She can feel the wind on her face, her big brown eyes light up as if they completely have changed color. Her lips crack and a smile can be seen. She looks down and can see colors of red, purple, yellow and white mix together as if tossed into a blender. Flowers scatter and disappear as they come tearing through the field; after all it is a race... sort of. As the mountains grow near she slows her horse down, his breathing is heavy and she can see the sweat dripping off his muscular body. Looking to her left, she sees a tall man, brown curly hair tied back in a bun. He wears a bright red parka, it fits nicely to his tight figure. Turning away from her she sees that he has already found a prize. It sits, tied to his pack, one point sticking over his head, five more poking out from his side. It is mostly white with a couple teeth marks embedded in the base, the man must of found an old one.
Clouds start to move in, they tumble and roll to the sound of thunder, lightning attacks the sky, painting it for a split second. Rain falls and runs down her prominent cheek bones, leaving lines through the dirt on her face. She looks up and enjoys the water for a couple of seconds, her hair mattes to her face and her skin becomes chilled to the bone. Goosebumps run up and down her arms, as she pulls a jacket over her bare shoulders.
She slowly makes her way up the hill, rocks slide and roll, and her horse breathes hard. Up ahead she can see the start of an opening. Tall grass blows and sways in the wind, the green sparkles like diamonds as the rain glides over the blades. Her eyes light up and her heart races; she can barely see the point, but she knows it is a prize! Racing over, she hops off her horse and runs to the prize. White tips darken and fade into an almost black base. Five points fill the length and stand sharp, almost menacing. She had finally found one, her first time ever and she could not believe it. Rain pours off her face, but she smiles anyways: the horn hunt was over.
