From the darkness emerged a horse the color of charcoal, eyes burning like amber coals. Astride it sat a man—or something that wore a man's shape. His sombrero was low, his jacket tattered leather, and his smile… his smile was a crack in the world.
He leaned close, lips near her ear. "I want you to stay. Not for me. For yourself. The canyon, the moon, the road—they've been waiting for someone to ride them without running." tiffany watson- juan el caballo loco
The story went like this: a century ago, a wild-eyed horseman named Juan had fallen in love with a woman who spurned him. On the night of the full moon, he rode his stallion off the edge of the canyon, vowing to return and take the heart of any woman who dared to love another. Locals avoided the old bridle path after dark. Tourists laughed. Then they left town with strange bruises on their necks and no memory of the night before. From the darkness emerged a horse the color
She smiled, and for the first time in years, it wasn't calculated. "That some things aren't meant to be explained. Only ridden." He leaned close, lips near her ear
Tiffany should have run. Instead, she reached up and pushed his sombrero back. His eyes were not cruel. They were lonely.