Page 31 of Fated to the Wolf Cowboy
“Can I see?” I asked, holding out my hand for her to come to me.
I doubted she understood what I was asking, but I she didn’t hesitate to walk over to me. I let my fingers comb through her mane and then held her face in my hands as our spirits connected.
Suddenly it was like I was transported to a whole other world.
I smiled. “You made a friend.”
Clementine snorted, but didn’t move away from my touch.
I watched as she and a raccoon raided a sub shop in town. While Clementine kept watch outside, the creature picked a lock and then scurried inside to return with arms loaded of chips, cookies, and bread.
The two of them didn’t exactly talk, yet they seem to be communicating in their own way. I couldn’t help but wonder if that had something to do with me.
I felt a little guilty putting the sweet horse in such a predicament.
It wasn’t long before they were off and on their way to raid the next store, and then the next.
“Is that a bra?”
“We thought you might need clothes,” Clementine admitted.
I chuckled seeing the over the shoulder boulder holder they decided I might need. You could have fit two of my heads in that thing. I’d never seen such a huge bra before.
One store after another they filled the saddle with the most random shit ever.
It was probably a good thing she hadn’t made it back to me before I was rescued because very little of what I was seeing was going to help.
And then came the moment someone noticed a horse walking around town. You’d think that wouldn’t be quite so uncommon in a town like this, but apparently it was. I chuckled as image after image flashed before me.
Clementine raced down an alley and out onto the main road.
People were shouting from all directions and I could sense how scared she was.
The raccoon rode on her back right into the local saloon, or whatever they called it. The writing on the door flashed too quickly for me to read it. But a raccoon, riding a horse into a bar was not likely something people around here would forget anytime soon.
I cringed feeling how trapped and helpless she felt as she trampled tables and scattered chairs. Fortunately, she never got too close to the bar. What a nightmare to clean up that could have been.
Her new little friend had no issues jumping from her back to the bar as she got close to it, though. He seemed to know exactly how to work the fountains and helped himself to whatever was on tap.
I giggled, even knowing I shouldn’t.
When the men came in trying to surround Clementine, they apparently hadn’t noticed the raccoon at the bar until it started throwing bottles of alcohol at their heads.
It didn’t look like they appreciated that gesture. But as the cowboys moved in to stop the raccoon, Clementine got away.
The whole time I was watching her adventures, it felt as if someone was watching me. I kept stopping and looking around, but there was nothing.
My wolf was on edge and that made me anxious.
I tried to push the thought from my mine and pay attention to what she was showing me.
Behind her was a cowboy on a horse racing to catch up to her. His hair was wildly blowing in the wind, not long, but just long enough to be unruly. There was something so captivating about him.
And next it jumped back to the scene in the bar. Then on to her hiding in a coat rack. Everything was moving quickly and disjointed, but between nearly every scene replaying: the chase, the bar, the clothing store, the subs, even an ice cream shop, there was also a vision of the man on the horse.
“I don’t understand,” I told her. “You aren’t showing me the whole story.”
The images picked up as they flashed through my mind even more quickly and then suddenly it stopped, frozen on the shaggy haired cowboy.
