A Hanging

H Herbert Nehrlich Herbert Nehrlich
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They hung him at the crack of Dawn. No big to-do, no time for folks to gather, a rope was taken from the man's own saddle and within minutes he was swaying in the breeze. His horse named Reeeh, a chestnut Indian Mustang had been supporting him before he met his maker, the whip then cracked and Reeh took off at speed, leaving his master well behind, forever still. It's the odontoid bone that penetrates and kills, the base is called the stem and is destroyed by force, but it takes minutes, not mere seconds for the heart to get the signal that its beating is in vain. The horse had gone over the horizon with the sun, but soon got bored with no direction or a plan. He wandered back with silent steps and dragging stirrups to stand below his master's still and eerie ghost, he dozed while standing, that's what all the horses do, and when the clock in distant towns faintly struck twelve, a sound of terror startled him so much he jumped, a frogmouth owl had said 'your master is still moving.' So Reeh, who knew that owls are nightbirds, also wise, he ventured closer and, in hope, posed one small question, the bird of night and death and all eternal wisdom just stared and nodded, but she never spoke a word. By now the horse was standing right below its master and they could smell each other's fears like an intrusion into the senses of their brains without much logic, and in a flash the horse was once again with rider. He took the weight and did not move and hardly breathed, there was no sound as all the animals were gawking, yet, quite distinctly one could hear a busy pecker who had begun to cut the man free from his noose. At last the branch gave way and freedom was returned. A whispered 'Thank You', horse and rider were last seen, a living shadow riding slowly into sunrise, their thoughts were secret and remained so, no revenge was ever handed to the hangman and his helpers. There have been stories of survivors from lynch hangings, and if you need to know the secret of these legends, then get yourself a smooth and highly agile Mustang, they'll never dropp you without mercy at the end..

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