We almost drove right by. It was the waning hours of dusk, and we were on a mission to get back home. We both noticed the herd advancing up a draw below the road. “You want to turn around?” George asked me. “Nah, I said, we should get home.”
A quarter mile later I felt this tug on my heart and said “let’s go back!” And so we did a u-turn and went back up the s-curves and pulled over on the side of the road to wait. George climbed on top of the truck and I seated myself in the bed as we watched the gentle herd flow around us, their hooves clattering on the pavement as they crossed the road and wove their way into the sagebrush.
Score one for lingering in the moment! Magic.
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