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The Texas sun was beating down without any mercy on a Friday morning, as the smoke curled up from under the hood of my black Mustang 1964. Never before the old timer had let me down. Surrounded by pastures of arid grass, the occasional cactus and dirt I resigned to faith and sat down on the trunk of the convertible watching the desolated crossroad. My journey had started a few weeks ago, tortured by a writers block and the uninspiring surrounding of picture perfect LA I had packed my bags and told my publisher my usual, I’m going off grid for a while, don’t call me, I’ll call you. Cruising the Southern States, the pull of crossing the Mexican border and disappearing with the down payment, grew stronger. But carrying that one book inside of me, that brilliant best-seller that the world just had to read kept me hostage and on track. I wiped my eyes when a blue horse truck loomed in the heat mirage on the road ahead and the soft neighing confirmed I wasn’t hallucinating. Jumping down, I raised my hand, anticipating an air-cooled cabin and a friendly stranger to tow me to the next garage. For a moment he slowed down and I waved, licking my dry lips thirsting for a cold beer. But then he honked, and the baby blue horse truck flashed by, the wheels kept on rolling and covered me in a giant dust cloud. ’Asshole!’ I spit out the sand.
Annoyed and with a bruised ego I lifted the duffle back over my shoulder and took my inseparable notebook from the passenger seat. Standing in the middle of the crossroad I spun around, four empty roads to choose from, each leading to the unknown. A sucker for leaving life up to chance, I closed my eyes and waited for a sign. The fluttering of wings compelled me to glance through my eyelashes. A crow crowed before landing on the road that led South.
The scenery started to change, the pastures became greener and here and there a Desert Willow provided some shade. I had finished the last drops of water about an hour ago and my feet started to protest. Out of nowhere my ears picked up on the drums of hooves hitting the dry ground in a fast gallop. A flash of a rider on a horse appeared and disappeared behind the rocks. Strains of blonde hair waved from under a cowboy hat as the rider spurred a golden dun horse on.