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Fiction by Rex Adams A girl travels down the bar ditch astride a little chestnut quarter horse, flipflops dangling from her toes. I own an appendix quarter horse, a tall, good looking bay mare with a little dot of white on her forehead. The foal, too. A filly.

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There was no sagebrush for her to sidepass through though. Some rock band, or youthrage slogan. Look away. Fierce tattoos they seem from here.

She came back, on the same horse, only saddled this time. Or Magsing it in the desert, after the big Soda Fire, when my wife was on the palomino and she flashed me? I have it on my phone.

She has stepped out of the shower. It was our fault. That and the way she walked. Wait until the earthquake comes.

I used to slide up on my rope and nod my head. I used to be a bull rider. I like foreplay before penetration. A run of rebar, a splice. My shoulders are titanium, the rotted and pitted balls of them sawed off and replaced by new steel ones.

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The foal, too. I took a picture. Across the street on the pedestrian ramp stands a girl with bright red hair, wearing jeans and a black T-shirt with some kind of print on it.

Although I never saw a college girl with tits that beautiful. My fingers and toes tingle. I can already see my hands on it, see my thumbs pressing into the flesh.

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I was forty-one when I saw the girl with the fierce tattoos. Four bullets. But there in the bathroom is my wife, nude.

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A goddamn bull rider. The last time I rode our pretty bay mare. The bridge was built years ago. The smell of carrion.

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I spent hours, days, months studying the plans. It was all burned up.