As both walked out of the trading post to stand on the boardwalk, Becky gripped the hand of her man.
"Some story!" said George.
Becky smiled and looked past George up the street to see the arrival of one rugged ole' stage coach. As the two walked the boarded sidewalk together Becky needed to check out each shop. As yet the two had not had any lunch and George felt more than weary.
As Becky entered the Stage Coach office with plans of buying tickets for a tweleve mile ride through the forest and grassy pastures, George stood looking about for a hot dog stand. Even as he stood there the coachdriver took sacks of grain out to feed his four dappled gray steeds.
Each horse was given a bag half full of grain with the bag hung from the top of each big head. George watched as with each exhaled breathe the dust and flacks puffed into the air from out the sacks.
"Feeding them before a run?" asked George.
"Yea sure, they work like you and I or even a steam engine, got to feed the fire to make the coach move!" said the Coachdriver with a nice and friendly smile.
Becky was still asking the history of this coach when George felt the pit of his stomac growl. Stepping down off the boardwalk he stood almost face to face with the friendly stagecoach horses.
"Big aren't they!" said George turning to look up at the driver now sitting in his seat high above.
"Yup, bigger than what might have been used way back when but just fine for our short trips at a slow pace. Percheron and some other breed mixed they work willingly and have great strength and stamina!" announced the driver.
Smoothing his hand down the broad hairy neck of a monster of a horse, George felt the strength. Moving to almost face the beast he put both hands to each side of the strong neck and looking up at the driver announced, "I almost died coming up the mountain on a bike! Wish, I wish I had the strength and stamina of this beauty!"
The driver leaned forward as the silver ring seemed to glow bright and yellow. Just as suddenly George stood very erect of stance, almost as if hit by lightning. Then he slumped.
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