He felt her eyes from under his hat. She was the girl baptized in the Rio Grande under a sky God created and she was the prairie nymph from Dodge whose back arched like a bridge to the secrets of the earth put here by the Devil himself. He ate and drank. He paid for his supper and saddled his horse and she followed him like a believer in a dark world who wouldn’t believe her god had blinked.
Ryan Rising lives in Kansas. His fiction has appeared or is forthcoming in Shenandoah, African American Review, In Parentheses, and Red Ochre Press’ Category 2: Installment One, a literary fundraiser for victims of Hurricane Sandy.