51The horse lay in the shelter of a rocky ledge. The sheep, curled next to him, rested against his flank. Though the storm, with its pelting rain and blowing wind, had frightened the little animal initially, the steady breathing of the horse and the warmth of his body had calmed her.
The rain stopped. Still the overhang dripped and a rivulet had formed on one side of the ledge, a temporary waterfall that splashed and danced among the rocks. The horse's hip was stiff, so he stood, his head just inches below the rock ceiling. The sheep scrambled up and blinked. As the horse needed food, he stepped from the protection of the shelter in order to determine which direction might lead to a full belly.
The storm had stripped the air of many of the scents that usually permeated the desert and lef
