Sierra
“Oh, they’re so beautiful, Brayden. What’s this one’s name?” I asked as I brushed a golden-colored horse with a white blonde mane.
“That’s Goldie, short for Goldilocks, that is my mom's horse. The black one is my dad’s. He is Titus, the three brown ones. They are Sugar, Gus, and Maple. And this one is mine. His name is Smoke. We have grown up together. He’s five like me.”
“He’s a very handsome fellow.”
“Hey Brayden? Who’s your pretty lady here?”
I turned and smiled at the old weathered cowboy. In fact there were three of them. All extremely handsome and all old enough to either be father or grandfather. The one that asked was definitely the oldest. He looked like a cowboy Santa with all his white hair, white beard and a rounded barreled chest. The other two had salt and
