Horses in Love, continued ...

Zebra was a sore trial for Gitano, the lone gelding in my herd. For almost one week out of every three, almost year round, she was in heat. When in this condition she would keep on shoving her rear end against Gitano's chest and wiggling.

Zebra Girl (on the right) trying to give Gitano (left) and the palomino colt a hint. Photo courtesy Carolyn Bertin.

Gitano didn't want to play stallion. Even though Zebra only showed him tender affections, he would squeal and chase her off over and again.

My mind turned back to the Chimayo lovers. Would they ever succeed? Or would even the patient Zebra Girl finally lose it and give Tomorrow a taste of her teeth and hooves?

By now their clumsy attempts at mating had drawn a human audience. A tall, pale woman with a small, dusky girl perched on her hip was leaning on the round pen beside Karin's little girl, who perched on a rail. Rural sex education in action. Next door, a dozen or so Hispanic women and children emerged from an Airstream trailer. They stared and smiled as the striped horses struggled.

A teenage girl from this group walked over bearing something wrapped in a plastic bag. "My mother makes tortillas. Would you like to buy some?" I dug into my pocket for change.

Karin was frowning. "Maybe Zebra will accidentally work her way over to a place where Tomorrow could stand on a hill while he gets into her. I thinks he's just not tall enough."

Just then Tomorrow pulled out of Zebra, his erection gone. Her vagina dripped a milky fluid. "He did it!" Karin and I shouted.

I turned to Karin. "They can relax now. I hope this didn't get Tomorrow's back too sore."

"Don't be so sure," chuckled Karin. "We're talking adolescent hormones here."

I looked over at the lovers. Tomorrow's erection had revived. He was pawing his way back onto Zebra's back.

Tiger Girl still gazed over the orchard fence at the lovers.

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