FIC: Outstripping the Wind (Hidalgo)(for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
karrenia_rune)
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ficwizeTitle: Outstripping the Wind
Author:wizefics (Crossposted to this journal!)
Fandom: Hidalgo
Characters: Frank T. Hopkins, Hidalgo
Rating: G
Dedication: forkarrenia_rune at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fic_on_demand
Request: Character Piece
A/N: I loved this movie and thought this was a great request. I wanted to rewatch it before I tackled it, but I didn't have time, but I hope you enjoy anyway! For June!Challenge Day 27.
“Whoaaa... easy... easy...” The words were mere mumbles out of his mouth as Frank rocked back and forth in the easy gate of the horse moving under him. The moon shone down on them both, providing relief from the miserable sun. It had been a few days since Frank had made the decision to continue on through the nights at an easy pace and to rest during the worst part of the heat. Hidalgo seemed to agree with the new routine and kept walking even as Frank moved in and out of dreams.
It was a strange thing, being able to sleep in the saddle, but it was something that all serious horse-lovers understood. A horses gait was gentle, rocking, almost hypnotic and when the eye saw only monotone flatness as far as the horizon, it was impossible not to sleep in the saddle. Even asleep, Frank still spoke to his horse.
These moments of sleep riding were moments of great trust. Hidalgo trusted that he should keep going. Frank trusted that Hidalgo would keep them out of any real harm. Horse and rider merged, two hearts beating in perfect synchronicity. Hidalgo’s steps were steady and sure. He chose the path with the least amount of jostling, Frank’s words quirking his ears back in appreciation of the voice he loved. Even asleep, the man offered continuous encouragement, appreciation, and love. His hands were tangled in Hidalgo’s mane and his weight leaned forward, slumping slightly, telling the horse that sleep wasn’t far away.
Hidalgo’s ears kept a steady concentration of listening to the man’s voice and listening to the night sounds. Somewhere small rodents dug in the ground. Somewhere, a night hunter cried out his victory. Hidalgo’s nostrils flared, scenting the wind, but there was no danger. There was nothing but sand and dirt and heat, even without the sun. Still, he kept going, because the man asked him to.
Frank’s dreams were of a happier place. He could see mountains and streams. Rain clouds gathered in the distance and the smell of water flooded over him. Beneath him, Hidalgo pranced, playing with the grass and flowers, transferring his joy through the strong thighs that gripped him around the middle.
Laughing, Frank reached down to pat his side. “We’ve seen a lot, old man, but I don’t know that we ever seen anything purtier than this valley here.” Tossing his head in agreement, Hidalgo pranced underneath him. Leaning forward, Frank gave the stallion his head and they raced the wind, together. Two hearts beat faster in exhilaration and love for life. The wind whipped past them as they thundered through the valley and Frank couldn’t contain his glee as he shouted, “Whoooop! Faster, old man, faster!”
Hidalgo obliged, his hooves speeding even more along the ground. When the first rain drops broke, Frank leaned his head back, reveling in the moisture after being so long parched. Beneath him, Hidalgo kept going, steady, dependable, reliable.
Waking with a start, Frank realized that no rain fell to offer its refreshment or cool moisture. Looking around, he saw nothing but desert still, miles upon miles of sand stretching further than man or mount could see. Still, he reached down and rubbed Hidalgo’s neck appreciatively. “That’s a good night, old man.”
He craned around in the saddle, stretching his stiff muscles. Shaking his head to clear the sleep from his brain, he pulled up the canteen that lay bound to the side of the saddle. He took a quick measured sip and plugged it. Later, he’d try to find some water for Hidalgo and if he couldn’t, he’d share his own.
Beneath his legs, Hidalgo suddenly pranced and Frank tightened his grip automatically, even as he looked around. “What is it, old man?” The stallion shook his head, and blew hard as he stared in the distance.
Pulling the horse to a stop, Frank stared the same way. After a few seconds, he saw a thin line of sunshine break the darkness. Slowly, almost breathlessly, the sun inched up over the horizon, red, yellow and orange colors running riot along the ground as the shadows slowly started to retreat.
Responding to the unspoken desire in Hidalgo’s stance, Frank gave the stallion his head. “If you want to, old man, I’m game.” Rubbing once more the stallion’s ears and neck, Frank leaned back and whooped! “Faster, Hildalgo, faster!”
Springing forward, the little stallion raced the dawn, the wind whipping past them. Frank cheered him on, leaning down to provide as little resistence as possible. This wasn’t their valley. This wasn’t any part of the world that Frank had known existed, but Hidalgo’s pride and joy in the race was undiminished and Frank rejoiced in the Mustang’s spirit.
Together, they sped over the terrain, racing the dawn, outstripping the wind.
Author:
wizefics (Crossposted to this journal!)Fandom: Hidalgo
Characters: Frank T. Hopkins, Hidalgo
Rating: G
Dedication: for
karrenia_rune at fic_on_demandRequest: Character Piece
A/N: I loved this movie and thought this was a great request. I wanted to rewatch it before I tackled it, but I didn't have time, but I hope you enjoy anyway! For June!Challenge Day 27.
“Whoaaa... easy... easy...” The words were mere mumbles out of his mouth as Frank rocked back and forth in the easy gate of the horse moving under him. The moon shone down on them both, providing relief from the miserable sun. It had been a few days since Frank had made the decision to continue on through the nights at an easy pace and to rest during the worst part of the heat. Hidalgo seemed to agree with the new routine and kept walking even as Frank moved in and out of dreams.
It was a strange thing, being able to sleep in the saddle, but it was something that all serious horse-lovers understood. A horses gait was gentle, rocking, almost hypnotic and when the eye saw only monotone flatness as far as the horizon, it was impossible not to sleep in the saddle. Even asleep, Frank still spoke to his horse.
These moments of sleep riding were moments of great trust. Hidalgo trusted that he should keep going. Frank trusted that Hidalgo would keep them out of any real harm. Horse and rider merged, two hearts beating in perfect synchronicity. Hidalgo’s steps were steady and sure. He chose the path with the least amount of jostling, Frank’s words quirking his ears back in appreciation of the voice he loved. Even asleep, the man offered continuous encouragement, appreciation, and love. His hands were tangled in Hidalgo’s mane and his weight leaned forward, slumping slightly, telling the horse that sleep wasn’t far away.
Hidalgo’s ears kept a steady concentration of listening to the man’s voice and listening to the night sounds. Somewhere small rodents dug in the ground. Somewhere, a night hunter cried out his victory. Hidalgo’s nostrils flared, scenting the wind, but there was no danger. There was nothing but sand and dirt and heat, even without the sun. Still, he kept going, because the man asked him to.
Frank’s dreams were of a happier place. He could see mountains and streams. Rain clouds gathered in the distance and the smell of water flooded over him. Beneath him, Hidalgo pranced, playing with the grass and flowers, transferring his joy through the strong thighs that gripped him around the middle.
Laughing, Frank reached down to pat his side. “We’ve seen a lot, old man, but I don’t know that we ever seen anything purtier than this valley here.” Tossing his head in agreement, Hidalgo pranced underneath him. Leaning forward, Frank gave the stallion his head and they raced the wind, together. Two hearts beat faster in exhilaration and love for life. The wind whipped past them as they thundered through the valley and Frank couldn’t contain his glee as he shouted, “Whoooop! Faster, old man, faster!”
Hidalgo obliged, his hooves speeding even more along the ground. When the first rain drops broke, Frank leaned his head back, reveling in the moisture after being so long parched. Beneath him, Hidalgo kept going, steady, dependable, reliable.
Waking with a start, Frank realized that no rain fell to offer its refreshment or cool moisture. Looking around, he saw nothing but desert still, miles upon miles of sand stretching further than man or mount could see. Still, he reached down and rubbed Hidalgo’s neck appreciatively. “That’s a good night, old man.”
He craned around in the saddle, stretching his stiff muscles. Shaking his head to clear the sleep from his brain, he pulled up the canteen that lay bound to the side of the saddle. He took a quick measured sip and plugged it. Later, he’d try to find some water for Hidalgo and if he couldn’t, he’d share his own.
Beneath his legs, Hidalgo suddenly pranced and Frank tightened his grip automatically, even as he looked around. “What is it, old man?” The stallion shook his head, and blew hard as he stared in the distance.
Pulling the horse to a stop, Frank stared the same way. After a few seconds, he saw a thin line of sunshine break the darkness. Slowly, almost breathlessly, the sun inched up over the horizon, red, yellow and orange colors running riot along the ground as the shadows slowly started to retreat.
Responding to the unspoken desire in Hidalgo’s stance, Frank gave the stallion his head. “If you want to, old man, I’m game.” Rubbing once more the stallion’s ears and neck, Frank leaned back and whooped! “Faster, Hildalgo, faster!”
Springing forward, the little stallion raced the dawn, the wind whipping past them. Frank cheered him on, leaning down to provide as little resistence as possible. This wasn’t their valley. This wasn’t any part of the world that Frank had known existed, but Hidalgo’s pride and joy in the race was undiminished and Frank rejoiced in the Mustang’s spirit.
Together, they sped over the terrain, racing the dawn, outstripping the wind.
