MORGEN
Come down from your fences
Snow had begun to sprinkle down from the clouds a bit like the icing sugar your mama might have let you dust on her cookies when you were just small. It wasn't a lot, and that was probably a good thing in terms of snow and not sugar. This early in the season the ponies hadn't fluffed up hardly at all yet, nor had Morgen found the time to dig out one of his warmer coats. So it was that this grey-sky afternoon found the unicorn wrangle wearing a coat the no-colour of long wear with the collar turned up and his hat pulled down.
Though King's End sprawled around him, the cowboy was content to keep his herd grazing in a small portion of the valley where the hills of the Mourn cut down the wind and where the youngsters couldn't fuck off and get themselves into too much trouble.
Though King's End sprawled around him, the cowboy was content to keep his herd grazing in a small portion of the valley where the hills of the Mourn cut down the wind and where the youngsters couldn't fuck off and get themselves into too much trouble.
open the gate
