To Desert Hope

This week’s Tuesday Tale:

Clark tugged the bandana higher on the bridge of his nose. The dust storm was generated from the thousand horse hooves galloping over the desert sands. They had been riding since sundown. Clark spurred his Arabian away from the sand spray to the edge of the pack. His horse was fluid and Clark was pleased with his choice. The dish faced animal did not portray the endurance it could withstand. Continue reading