Chapter Twenty Nine
The somnolent mind of Nicholas Strothers is blank. He stares into nothingness. It reminds of sitting in a movie theater when the first reel of a feature film has run out and a neglectful projectionist has delayed rolling the second reel.
He further contemplates life as a stallion...learning to stiffen on command...following about a stern woman whose firm, knowing hand so diligently controls. In his dream, there was odd comfort in feeling the controlling tugs of Botana’s guiding hand. With introspection, there almost comes a sanguine sense of solace...sorrow in giving up liberty...but strange mirth in also leaving behind the aggravating vicissitudes of life as a free man.
Just follow the reins...labor in harness...react to the snaps of the crop...and, of course, remai
