Part 3. I spent less time around people after that night, still sometimes wondering what Shawn had meant. Saeger sometimes tried to get me to go out, telling about meetings with that Outlanders-organization. I didn’t go though, wanting to be on my own for a little more now. Or almost on my own. The same wild horse, Sike, showed up more often than not, and his company was one I didn’t mind. I continued on with my life, hanging out with the horse and studying up anything I could get my hands on, making sure work went well. I was starting to have some money in saving and I sometimes read some magazines, thinking what changes to my little house’s interior I could soon do to make it more like my own. Of course I also went swimming whenever I had a safe chance. Sike often accompanied me at the beach, the stallion clearly loved galloping on the sand. It was a very inspiring sight to see. It was clear hor...
