There are multitudes of angry words corralled behind her tongue
Waiting anxiously to stampede into the unwary ears of the unforgiven wrangler.
He doesn’t suspect that his lasso of rage would harness responsibility for his neglect.
She is unbridled in her disgust.
She halts without warning, veering suddenly towards the truth.
Although she relishes her saddle for its beautifully intricate design,
she bucks in furious battles against the reason it was placed on her back.
The cowboy remains oblivious to the pain of the branding iron
with which he sears her flesh with his signature as proof of his mortality.
The wrangler arrogantly believes he is bigger, better, stronger than she.
But her spirit hasn’t been broken. Her body is faster, smarter;
more adept at navigating the directional and environmental changes he affords.
She is her own shelter, her own stability, while he is self-oppressed at his hearth.
He is completely entranced and entrenched by his campfire of hatred.
It makes him unaware of her riding away at a full gallop into the sunrise of freedom.