by Dragonhorse | Jun 28, 2026 | Content, I Am Gideon (Journal)
As it turns out, we were heading to Demeter with a back-haul of prime quality horse hay from Viridia, whatever that meant, which we’d gotten from a ship heading to Calumet to pick up Mahogany …something. At that point it meant nothing to me. I sat in the launch chair I’d been assigned, smile plastered on my face, and felt the whole ship shaking itself to pieces as it prepared to escape the atmosphere. I had time to wonder what I’d been thinking to do such a foolhardy thing – I think I may have even asked that out loud, but the roar was deafening, and I don’t think anybody heard me.
by Dragonhorse | Jun 21, 2026 | Content, I Am Gideon (Journal)
Grayson was a striking individual. He was very tall, which made him intimidating. He had a close-cropped beard and shoulder-length brown hair. His eyes were a sooty black and he moved with a fluid grace like nobody I’d ever seen. The horses loved him and I swear he could talk to them. He spoke very little after that first night, and seemed to be carrying grief on his shoulders. I soon learned that, like me, he didn’t particularly enjoy spending time with the others in the bunkhouse. He walked in the woods, I guess, and spent time with the horses in their stalls.
by Dragonhorse | Jun 14, 2026 | Content, I Am Gideon (Journal)
Spring came on in full, and with it came new foals, who bounced around after each other and suckled luxuriously from their mother’s wealth of milk, and their energy made me feel more alive than I had for a while.
One afternoon a big shuttle pulled up, and two men in what looked like military uniforms, unloaded the most beautiful horse I had ever seen in my life. It was a huge stallion, and word had it he had he had cost tens of thousands of credits on Anguine II. He had been tranquilized for the flight, and the men gave him another injection so his phallus would drop and Fidel could see that he was getting what he paid for. They said not to worry. The tranquilizers would wear off in a couple of hours, the horse would retract his phallus, and by morning he would be ready for the hunt course. They inspected the facilities, put the stallion in his stall at the end of the barn, and Fidel invited them down to the main house for refreshments before they left.
by Dragonhorse | Jun 7, 2026 | Content, I Am Gideon (Journal)
Fidel was a man of his word. Nothing was mentioned, and I was left alone to do my work. That does not mean I was left alone. I awoke one morning and realized I was being urinated on – someone seeing how high he could pee. I found horse manure in my soup and humanure in my boots. I gritted my teeth and went about my work, and when the others saw they couldn’t get a rise out of me, after a couple of weeks they gave up and left me alone. Period. I made no effort to make friends, and they made no effort to befriend me.
by Dragonhorse | May 31, 2026 | Content, I Am Gideon (Journal)
So, that’s what happens when you think you’re safe, I thought. Every…single…time. Lesson learned. I stuffed my clothes, my personal blanket and all two of my books into my duffle bag and caught a ground shuttle back to Mrs. Baxter’s Boarding house. She was full. No apologies. No breakfast.
I became nobody, going nowhere, and getting used to that descriptor. True aimlessness was setting in. I looked like every other scruffy laborer roaming the streets of the little backwater towns, drifting …aimlessly.
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