Losing a Bit of Eden by Levi S. Peterson

Author:Levi S. Peterson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Signature Books
Published: 2021-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

Bachelor Stallions

Irvin had a disrespectful ex-wife who kept him pinned to the wall for alimony and child support. He sold cars, but times were tough, and his father wouldn’t advance him any more money. The last three times he ran short, his friend Mort made up the difference. He gave it to him. Wouldn’t hear of Irvin paying it back. “Hell, no, Little Buddy,” Mort insisted. “I got it. You need it. What are friends for?”

Mort rode a stallion. Sooner or later, Irvin hoped to keep a stallion. His mount was a gelding, which he quartered at a stable at the edge of Salt Lake City. He kept his boots and hat at the stable because if he wore them at home his father would break into a sarcastic laugh and say, “Who are you, Billy the Kid or maybe Jesse James?” Irvin wasn’t a big guy. He liked the fact his boots and hat made him four or five inches taller. Unlike Irvin, Mort was a giant. He had hands big as frying pans.

The following happened on a Sunday when Irvin should have been in town attending church. He and Mort were in the Cedar Mountains chasing wild horses. It should be pointed out in Irvin’s defense that he always felt something godly about a band of wild horses in full flight: angels of the desert, pure essences of freedom and bliss.

Mort and Irvin weren’t supposed to be there because the entire range was closed to pleasure riders. Some scientists at the university were conducting a long-term study of wild horse behavior and they didn’t want the wild horses disturbed by the presence of domesticated horses. All morning the two riders avoided their favorite canyon because there was an observation post there and somebody would be in it. Mort figured it would probably be that woman who had run them off once before. After lunch, which they ate just over the crest from the canyon, Mort said, “Let’s leave our horses here and slip over the top and see if it isn’t that professor lady in the observation post.”

When they got close to where they could see into the head of the canyon, they crawled through the sagebrush on their hands and knees. Lying on his belly, Mort took a long look through his binoculars at the observation point, which was on a lower ridge. He said, “It’s her, Little Buddy. Big as life. Lord, I hate a woman who thinks she’s somebody.”

Then they were diverted by a spectacle near the spring that made this canyon a gathering place for wild horses. The canyon head was a wide amphitheater of sagebrush, dry grass, and mountain mahoganies. Near the spring grazed three bachelor stallions. Nearby, head drooping, stood a small grey mare. One of the bachelors, a bay, threw up his head, whinnied, circled about, and, with his great erect penis swaying, approached the mare from the rear. The mare laid back her ears and kicked back with both hind hooves.

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