Terminus

This one time Ponce DeLeon and I were standing around in this gully in some god forsaken little place with nice shrubs and few scraggly trees when something unexpected happened.

You'd expect a course of events to lead to another sequence of things which became a chain. In this case you would have guess incorrectly. In this case nothing of the sort happened.

There was a light breeze at the time you see. Nearly 5 o'clock in the afternoon. Late, but not so late that you'd just pitch camp just anywhere. Not nearly that late as of yet. Just soft light, a few mosquitoes, crunchy yellowed grass and several birds chirping somewhere out of sight in one of the trees.

Thereupon, by happenstance or chance it happened. The unexpected of course. After a time we both looked at each other, then at the skies --taking in the brooding rain-clouds upon the distant horizon. After that we rode on through the night. Never once looking back, left nor right. Simply onward and forward.