Dance With the Wind (Chapter 2, page 1 of 11)


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Chapter 2

When Megan stepped outside the cabin she stopped and stared in wide-eyed wonderment at the ranch. Dark red clouds filled the morning sky while orange and yellow lit the horizon. With the fence silhouetted against the sky, it reminded her of an oil painting. This was nature, pure and simple. Each minute the sky changed and bits of blue sky peeped through, promising a warm, sunshine-filled day.

Last night still haunted her but in a good way. This man or spirit did not frighten her or come here to harm her. "He's trying to tell me something or he needs my help. Guess I wait…" Megan did not understand her ability to know this, so she chalked it up to the Circle M. "Anything is possible around here, even for me to understand the bizarre and unexplainable." As more blue sky appeared she sighed. "Best get to work before the boss man sees me loafing."

Whistling grabbed her attention. "There he is. Time to work." She ventured to the barn still pondering this new situation. As she mucked the stalls, the door flew open. She turned, pitchfork still in hand and saw the man from last night. "Who are you?" she stammered. He stared with deep, dark eyes but said nothing. Everything became silent like the butterfly's song. While holding her breath, she inched forward, but with her movement he disappeared. She raced outside in hopes of finding this man, in order to learn his identity. Again he vanished, leaving no trace as to his whereabouts. "In his eyes I saw something familiar, as if we have met before. How is that possible? He would have spoken if we knew each other, wouldn't he?"

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