Ten Thousand Horses

I’ve only told you part of the story, David.” Matt was sitting in his mentor’s apartment suite—a bedroom, bath, and sitting room David occupied within the larger sprawling ranch house— on the large leather couch, his pajama-clad friend across from him in the massive armchair.

When Matt knocked on David’s door, it had opened almost immediately, his friend looking totally awake, almost expectant. Matt had lain in bed for the greater part of an hour—another too-early wake-up facilitated by his New York body clock— and finally arose with resolve to pad his way down the hall to the door he’d seen David enter the night before. He’d felt stupid doing this, stupid and weak, but he did it anyway. It was his night, he figured, his turn to wake up the ...