He urged the horse toward a saltpan where the ground flattened and the wind sang like a choir. Yasmina rode beside him now, not behind, her scarf trailing like a comet. Together they circled as if mapping the world anew. The horse slowed, nostrils flaring, ears turning like radar dishes. It snorted and stamped, testing the ground. Then it reared, throwing Anton against a shower of sand.
At first, the horse tested him in little ways: a shift of weight, a careful sidestep to a wash of soft sand. Anton answered with small, quiet corrections, letting the beast learn his balance while he learned its moods. The dunes around them rolled in hills and gentler swells, a landscape that punished the clumsy and exalted the precise. He urged the horse toward a saltpan where
“You kept your promise,” she said.
When the work was done and his brother’s hunger eased into the gentle swell of sleep, Anton led the horse into a small yard behind the tavern and tied it to a post. He sat on the steps and watched its silhouette against the stars. The animal’s breath came slow now, a steam that joined the night. The horse slowed, nostrils flaring, ears turning like
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