/lit/ - Literature

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>The stars were out and the moon was well spent by the time Cas tired of riding. She had long past given Jasper the mercy of a trot and the constant plot of his hooves had begun to lull her eyelids low. The small blonde girl who now slept against her chest had long since lost the energy to kick and fight or even to cry ultimately as Cas had ridden north. She had taken the highway out of town, galloping past screaming and uncaring civies alike until she cleared the suburbs and came to the river; the girl had fought her the whole way. There she had rode west for a time, crossing only when the crossing seemed to her not to obvious of an opportunity. From there she had rode further west along the river, then north through some woods which had been thin enough for her to ride full even in the then dimming light. Then further across fields and past long derelict rotting farm houses only one of which had birthed smoke from its chimney; and that had been before the sun dipped out of sight. Now as Cas raised her eyes wearily to se what lay before, fighting back sleep she saw a hill. It was not so high as all the other hills she had passed on her way north but it was higher none the less then all the dips and ripples of grassland that lay round it; in a pinch it would fucking do. Cas spurred Jasper lightly and the old horse bitched softly stirring the girl as he quickened his pace up to the top.
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