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The mountains at his back bore witness to his humiliation, but they didn’t judge him. Their solid presence served as an invaluable reminder. The facade of things would always be ever changing, but the essence would remain the same. Mountains would always be mountains. Women would always be women. The sky would always be the sky.
The heavens above reflected his mood. The gray clouds shifted to let some blue peek through here and there. The sun warmed his back from time to time. Even the bleakest day failed to hide the light forever.
His horse swayed beneath him with comforting consistency. A constant companion, she’d become his dearest friend. That was just fine by him. People were overrated.
Sparse desert landscape kept the tears at bay. Damned if he’d cry for a woman he’d only laid eyes on once. He’d seen her picture on a dating website. They’d talked for months before he finally decided to meet her. Her profile said she liked cowboys, the rough and rugged type. He’d rode his horse all the way to Montana for her.
Too late. In the two weeks it took him to reach her, spent without internet access, she’d moved on to a police officer she’d met at a local bar. Maybe he should have told her he was coming, but he thought it’d be a romantic surprise.
The woman was lovely. Long, dark hair. Big, doe eyes. Nice, curvy frame. Though he wished he could have thought of something to say when she brushed him off, he didn’t regret the trip.
He’d enjoyed catching and cleaning his own food. Eating a meal cooked by the fire he’d built with his own hands. He’d fallen in love with the sky all over again every night as he fell asleep counting her stars. He woke every morning to the same, reliable expanse. Now there was a beauty he could spend the rest of his life with.
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