Serpent Lake to the town of agua fria rode a stranger one fine day

bonehead that val was, that slight “detour” en route to the beach turned into a multi-week affair. it was amazing how the hot summer days seemed to just speed out from under him.

he’d come to a stream for water, unaware of the sole figure basking under a rock across the stream — unaware too, of the trio of long-legged prey items foraging the rich river grass nearby. it wasn’t until he bent his head to sup from the stream that he got the first inkling of company of the herbivore variety. it was then val froze, partly disguised by the reeds as he listened to the telltale sign of pronghorns grazing several dozen meters downstream.