Lauren sat in silence, staring into the sunset as she sat atop the fence. She had ridden at Pebble Brook for ten years. Now it was going to be turned into a cow farm.
A cow farm. How could cows compare to the majesty of the horses that currently inhabited it? They couldn't.
A black and white Paint gelding with soft brown eyes nickered and nudged Lauren's hand. She lifted it and placed it between his ears, scratching his favorite spot. "Well, Charm, looks like our time here is up." Lauren sighed.
Charm snorted and shook his head. Lauren giggled. "I'm going to miss this place. I wish this didn't have to be our last trail ride."
Charm gently shoved Lauren off the fence and snorted again. "What is it, boy? Are you hurt?" Charm shook his head and stamped his hoof against the sandy trail. "Oh, I see. You wanna get moving again, huh?"
   Charm stamped his hoof again. "Okay, I get the point." She adjusted her helmet and lifted her left leg, sticking her boot into the stirrup and pulling herself up. She swung her right leg over and searched for the stirrup, taking the reins and clicking her tongue.
Charm leaped into a trot, then smoothly transitioning into a left-lead canter. Lauren sighed, taking her hands off the reins and putting them out sideways.
Smiling, she felt as if she and Charm were flying. They stayed this content for a long moment, until the realization struck her that this could be the last time she ever rode Charm.