Phoenix Maplewood Cowboys and Angels

The girl said that she didn’t want fair, she wanted balance.

Reno thought they were the same thing, at the end of the day. Life didn’t offer much of anything in the way of being fair. It was unexpected and messy, cruel in the worst ways. The cowboy had seen horrible things in his time. He had seen good folk, too. There could not be one without the other. Maybe that’s what she meant, in a way. Things felt like they had gone askew – it needed to straighten out. Some good for all the bad that was going around.

The brush of her tail was the only warning he received. Amalia raced away. Reno followed with his eyes for a moment. A breathy sigh sounded. The dusty figure trotted after her, quickening his pace only when he began to lose sight of the dark of her fur.