I saw the skyline of Woonsocket on the horizon, but I knew we had to rest. We stopped at a sunflower crop. The stalks would hide us from view. Strider settled down in the middle of the field. I trusted her.
Horses know the safest way.
I looped her reins over a big thick stalk and took a handful of hay and put it near her. She would need a midnight snack. I then lay down and snuggled up against her belly. When I woke up it was freezing. Strider had eaten her food and had stood up and was nibbling on a patch of grass where the sunlight penetrated the canopy of late sunflowers.