Welcome to the West
Were they welcoming me? I do not remember why we pulled off of the highway, only that the view across the railroad tracks, beckoned, and we kept driving. As I got out of the car, the horses actually seemed as interested in us, as we did in them.
They spotted us, and began to draw near.
Were they really looking to welcome us?
They were beautiful!
Even the mule.
Standing under the endless blue skies, free to roam their wild west, they looked for a human touch, just as I looked for a glimpse of a long ago life style, known only to me in books and movies.