Comanche's eye, photo prompt for 100-word flash.

Duty

“What are your priorities?” She asked me and continued her task without waiting for an answer. My wrists jerked when she cinched the saddle. I winced. This would be an uncomfortable ride.

“Hindsight isn’t very useful from that positon, is it?” she said, more as a statement than a question. Apparently, she thought I knew the answer to her first question.

Satisfied her cargo was secure she swung herself into the seat and gave the horse a nudge. “You’ll learn soon enough. She comes first. Everything else falls into place after that.”

Apparently my wandering days were done. Duty called.


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