The Horse Thief
One of my white ancestors was a four year old boy watching this hanging from his father's shoulders.The old man sat up watching the fire, the family, the horses, the stars…if there were nothing to watch he would still be awake. That’s what old men do – stay awake. “Where are you going?” His grandson stopped and pointed into the darkness with his lips. “To steal the Colonel’s horse.” said the boy, with humor in his eyes. The old man blinked slowly. When he opened his eyes his grandson was gone. In the soldier's garden, t...