Eureka Spills
By Vicki Williams
Two thousand miles later, he saw the band of wild horses streaming over the ridge, urged on by a speckled stallion. As the mustangs thundered across the meadow, the stud reared and screamed a defiant challenge, before racing on.
“Eureka,” Shea murmured.
“Eureka,†Shea whispered to himself. His heart was pounding at the magnificent sight of horses running free and wild, led by a stud that seemed to Shea to be the epitome of macho male defiance.
He walked on, scarcely noticing his surroundings. Shea had never had a spiritual bone in his body. No sermon he’d heard in church had ever reached him but the combination of mountains and meadows and horses, having nothing to do with man, touched a deep place in his soul that he hadn’t even been aware existed. He hesitated to call it God but it was….reverence.
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