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Calls haven't been coming in quite as often as they had been. Cimar's been working the lines, finding some matches here and there that I could be a guest in to fill some of the spare time. Managed a couple of big wins back in August, then went on a bit of a rough patch after that. So lately, I've been filling time watching friends and their careers on the TV, spending time with Cimar, and taking some walks at night to calm my quiet, raging, thoughts.

It was one of those lovely nights in South Dakota, where the weather was just slipping away into Fall, the last remnants of Summer flickering away on the light breezes blowing across the Black Hills. I ended up finding myself wandering near one of the ponds that's near by the quest house that Cimar stayed in when he visited. The sun was just ducking down below the yonder hills, alighting the fields my cattle and horses trod in an amber, glowing hue.

Always loved this time of twilight. A great time to ponder about life, the changes that happen. Is it the twilight of my time in the ring?

I shook those thoughts from my head and sat down next to the pond, taking off my boots and letting my feet soak in the fresh water.

Felt nice.

Wasn't sure how long I was out there...the sun had long set, the final orange slowing disappearing over the horizon. A shooting star appeared over my head, flashing bright for several seconds before fading to obscurity once more and for the briefest of moments, I wondered if I was the only one to have seen it?

A light from the nearby guest house flicked on, washing the pond in its yellow glow. My eyes skirted from the sky to the door nearby. Cimar stood in the frame, his outline visible, a dark outline halo'ed by light.

I could tell he was tired.

He shuffled off the porch, feet dragging a bit as he held two mugs of something. A stiff breeze blew past him, the hint of chocolate and mint blowing on the breeze.

"Thank you," I said as he plopped down next to me, careful to avoid spilling any of the cocoa.

"You're welcome, pumpkin!"

"Pumpkin?"

He shrugged. "It's fall now, got to give you a fall nickname."

He nudged me with his shoulder as he handed me my cocoa. Didn't say anything, just sat next to me as we watched the sunlight finally disappear behind the hills.

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Calls haven't been coming in quite as often as they had been. Cimar's been working the lines, finding some matches here and there that I could be a guest in to fill some of the spare time. Managed a couple of big wins back in August, then went on a bit of a rough patch after that. So lately, I've been filling time watching friends and their careers on the TV, spending time with Cimar, and taking some walks at night to calm my quiet, raging, thoughts.

It was one of those lovely nights in South Dakota, where the weather was just slipping away into Fall, the last remnants of Summer flickering away on the light breezes blowing across the Black Hills. I ended up finding myself wandering near one of the ponds that's near by the quest house that Cimar stayed in when he visited. The sun was just ducking down below the yonder hills, alighting the fields my cattle and horses trod in an amber, glowing hue.

Always loved this time of twilight. A great time to ponder about life, the changes that happen. Is it the twilight of my time in the ring?

I shook those thoughts from my head and sat down next to the pond, taking off my boots and letting my feet soak in the fresh water.

Felt nice.

Wasn't sure how long I was out there...the sun had long set, the final orange slowing disappearing over the horizon. A shooting star appeared over my head, flashing bright for several seconds before fading to obscurity once more and for the briefest of moments, I wondered if I was the only one to have seen it?

A light from the nearby guest house flicked on, washing the pond in its yellow glow. My eyes skirted from the sky to the door nearby. Cimar stood in the frame, his outline visible, a dark outline halo'ed by light.

I could tell he was tired.

He shuffled off the porch, feet dragging a bit as he held two mugs of something. A stiff breeze blew past him, the hint of chocolate and mint blowing on the breeze.

"Thank you," I said as he plopped down next to me, careful to avoid spilling any of the cocoa.

"You're welcome, pumpkin!"

"Pumpkin?"

He shrugged. "It's fall now, got to give you a fall nickname."

He nudged me with his shoulder as he handed me my cocoa. Didn't say anything, just sat next to me as we watched the sunlight finally disappear behind the hills.