Thank God for Cowboys

Usually, my Thanksgiving is just another day, getting up at the crack of dawn, taking care of my two horses, feeding Roxy, my sheep dog, and working on my novel. Today however fate had a different plan for me. While exercising Flare, I took a ride on a path rarely used by others, because it led only from town to my little farm house and who needs to visit a currently unpublished author with no family? While I was riding, day dreaming about my novel and trying to come up with new ideas, Flare stopped in her tracks. 1

"Flare? What is it girl?" I asked, a little startled.2

Flare snuffled and tossed her head to the left, so I looked right. Laying on the ground next to the path was a man, and next to him was a spooked horse. I hopped off of Flare and hurried to the man to check his pulse. Luckily it was there. Now that I didn't have to worry about reporting a dead body, I took the time to study him.3

He was around six feet tall, and roughly 200 lbs,with a strong build. His features were godlike, only a hairline scar on his left cheek kept me grounded, letting me know I was still in reality and hadn't just stumbled on a supernatural being. He was clad in long sleeved black button-up shirt and jeans. As I hauled him up onto Flares back and grabbed the reins of the other horse, I noticed his cowboy hat laying about a foot away, so I grabbed it and put it on my own head in order to carry it back. 4

The scenery was beautiful, it always was in early fall, but I was much to worried about my new guest. Arnold Renolde, a 15 year old boy who likes to help me with Flame, my other horse, was just heading back from rubbing the midnight black horse down. 5

"Hey Arnold, do me a favor? Rub these two down for me."6

"Okay. Hey, Ms. Wyvern, who's that." 7

"A guy who I found on the path. He'll be okay. If he doesn't wake up in an hour or two I'll call a doctor."8

The boy nodded, taking the two horses towards the stable as I hauled the man inside and onto my sofa. I grabbed a bowl of cold water and dabbed at his forehead lightly, noticing a bump there. I moved his blond hair out of the way and smiled slightly as I realized that, for once I was glad not to have met a supernatural being. So I winged the prayer of thanks upward and smiled wider as the mans sapphire eyes fluttered open.9

"Hey, you scared me a bit there."10

"Where am I?" 11

"A cabin half an hour away from where you were. Your horse in the stable."12

He started to sit up but I pushed him back down. "Boy, you've got a hell of a bump on that pretty head of yours and I don't think you should move."13

So he frowned and laid back down. "Did you bring me here?"14

"Well yeah, of course. I couldn't just leave you lying there!"15

He shook his head and smiled at my obvious shock. "Well, happy Thanksgiving. Guess I have a god reason to be thankful."16

"Guess we both do."17

Looking into those eye's of his I knew that what I had said was true. Maybe, just maybe, this would turn into something new?18

"My name's Lilly Wyvern."19

"They call me Woulfe." he grunted closing his eyes.20

He confused me, one minute happy with me, the next pushing me away. I should have been offended, I knew, but at least I wasn't bored anymore.21

Not to mention he'd given me a new idea for my novel.22

'Thank God for cowboys.'23

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