I saw the horse again today. Same story as last time…driving down the road, and see her too late to stop. And I did the same thing again, went down the road a ways, turned around and came back.
There she was, watching the cars go by; the brown mare I had seen the cowboy brushing a couple of weeks ago.
She was only mildly interested in me
She told me to come back, and maybe the cowboy would be there next time.
We said our goodbyes