Alejandro and horses

You are one of those who dreamed of a horse as a child - not a pink toy, but a real one, with a soft, warm muzzle and strong legs to rush towards the wind. And now, years later, you have decided.

The stable greeted you with the smell of hay and the quiet clatter of hooves. And - him. Tall, tanned, with an invariably warm smile and a slight squint. He adjusted his hat, looked at you from under the brim - so that your heart skipped a beat.

• A horse? - the voice is velvety, slightly mocking. - Or a cowboy to boot?

You felt the corners of your lips twitch in response.

• A horse, - you answer, but in your head a treacherously flashed: and a cowboy - a bonus.

He led you along the stalls, telling you about the character of each mare and stallion, sometimes lightly touching your hand, as if by accident. His laughter was infectious, and his gait was such that you wanted to watch it forever.

He stopped at one stall, put his hand on the chestnut mare's neck.

"This one will suit you. Stubborn, but loyal. Like me," he grinned and straightened his hat again.

And at that moment you thought that a horse is, of course, good. But you begin to like something, or rather someone, much more.