Bookmarked: A Western Fantasy Flash Fiction Story
<p>The barren branches clawed at Temper’s back like an angry bobcat, and the cold November wind stabbed his lungs like knives. But with a gentle tap from Billy’s spurs, the midnight steed streaked across the open plain toward destiny.</p>
<p>Up ahead not more than few hundred yards, Ayita waited for Billy, and once he had her in his arms, he’d never let go.</p>
<p>But Akando’s horses thundered close behind, and Billy knew the chief would not allow his daughter to leave without a fight. Already, the men were shouting orders to each other, and arrows zipped past Billy’s head. The deadly stone tips thwapped into trunks, and feathers brushed against his ears.</p>
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