Dear “Three guys in beanies and parkas riding horses on the southeast corner of Imperial and Broadway in South LA at 7:45 pm”,
I was heading home, trying to get there in time for dinner, when I saw you in the shadows, riding tall in the saddle. I thought I was hallucinating. No: you were sitting there on your horses; your horses were standing still, waiting for your next command.
One of you looked around, and for a moment I imagined you on a desert plateau, looking out for rustlers or injuns or little doggies.
Thank you for a very surreal moment in the city.
A Reverse Cowgirl