Every Seattleite (ie [via Urban Dictionary] any person who hates it when Californians drive through Washing- ton and cry about the rain and the cold) knows there are only two seasons in the PNW West of the Cascades and we have settled into our Fall/Winter/Spring Sea- son, albeit very late this year. This year our summer lasted uncharacteristically well into October and there was much rejoicement. And frisbee, lest we forget the frisbee in the park.
As sweater weather is in full swing and the color drains fantastically from the trees and the world, the same cannot be said for what follows here. Our literary se- lection here is as vibrant as ever, even in blacks and whites. What better way to stem the tide of the dreary Fall/Winter/Spring Season than a little escape into Po- plorish?
So read our fall issue. While we only have one season in Seattle, we do have three issues of Poplorish. Rejoice.
And wear a raincoat. It’s what Jesus would have done.
My story, Autumn Wind:
Jason, a seventeen year-old cowboy, is riding his horse, Critter, in the Northern Arizona desert. A desert monsoon overtakes him, and Critter falls into a ditch, rendering Jason unconscious. A Native American boy of about the same age, Ahote, is living alone as a trial as he prepares to become a man. He finds Jason and takes him back to the small cavern where he is staying, and they find out they have more in common than it would appear.
Lightning flashed hot across the dark Northern Arizona sky, sending Critter into a gallop and erasing the hard work of hours that Jason had taken to calm her.
He pulled back hard on the reins, but the mare wouldn’t heed him, spooked as she was by the sound and light raging all around them. He wished he’d taken out a more seasoned horse for the day’s work, checking the fence that marked the edge of his father’s steading.
All had gone fine ‘til the storm had blown up out of nowhere, sending him all in a rush back to Critter and his ride home.
Things don’t always go as you plan ‘em, or so Cody always said, and he was learning the truth of it now.
“Come on, Critter,” he pleaded, “turn ‘round, now. That’s a good lady.”
But the mustang plunged on into the open desert with a will of her own, refusing to heed the cries of her self-appointed master.READ MORE
Jason weighed the idea of just jumping off and letting her go: likely she’d make it back to the ranch house of her own accord, but if she didn’t, her loss would be on his hands.
Pop wouldn't like that.COLLAPSE
Author’s note: This is one I wrote years and years ago and then dusted off for resubmission. It’s a sweet coming of age story, and one I really enjoyed writing.