The brilliant sun was showing signs of setting when Leona eased into her rocking chair. Her bones groaned and creaked; much like the chair who has been her only companion for many years. From the porch, she can see all the way to the craggy mountains breaking the horizon. A cow is screaming across the arroyo; she wonders if it’s the one she lost from her dwindling herd. Well, there’s nothing she can do now. Once the sun sets in the desert, biting cold comes and darkness is blacker than coal. If the cow survives the night and is still bellowing in the morning, she’ll saddle up and ride. Leona is not hopeful; most likely the coyotes or wolves will have taken the cow down. She takes a deep drink from her whiskey glass, closes her eyes and listens to the cow’s mournful song.
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
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