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As Alex pulled his giant black horse upward, the animal threatened the air with his heavily shod hooves. Thwarted, I reined Lady to the right only to meet again my black-clad tormentor and his warlike horse. Whichever way I turned, he blocked my way. I screamed with frustration and fright. I wouldn't let this man get the best of me. When I pivoted again to the left, the black horse was a jump ahead of me. Again the animal reared. My brave mare shuddered beneath my legs.
"I hate you Alexander Dominican!" I shrieked through tears.
Alex's horse turned in an agitated circle. "No you don't."
"Yes, I do! This marriage is damned! I want to get away from you." I started forward once more.
Slowly, like the view from a slow motion camera, the black gelding reared again. Just as slowly, Alex toppled off. Already unbalanced, the horse fell on his side amid a wild thrashing of hooves. In seconds, the black animal regained his feet, yet Alex remained silent and still on the ground. Lady stood immobile beneath me. My palms were wet inside my gloves.
Dizzy waves washed through me. Like so many other things, this had happened to me sometime in the past. Not in this particular way, not in this same manner, but it had happened. My heart trembled with remembering. My body ached with a longing and an anxiety retained from some previous time. Some unfathomable force pulled me toward Alex in a way I couldn't control. I fought it. A fierce battle raged within my mind and spirit. I convulsed with it. I opposed the certainty growing strongly within my being that I could not leave without knowing if my husband was alive or dead. After all, he was my reason for existence.