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1 Horse Attack It was Sunday morning, and beautiful, as most June days are in Utah. My wife, Hannah, and I, along with our two little girls, had barely come home from church when our phone rang. When I answered it, I heard Brenda’s voice on the other end of the line, quivering with anxiety. “I am sending a horse to you, and he is dangerous and could kill you, so be careful.” “Brenda, are you sure you want to have that kind of horse again?” I asked. “It’s a long story,” she replied. “I’ll tell you all about it when I get there. But meanwhile, take every precaution. I don’t want you getting hurt, even if I lose the horse. Just put him in the pasture with the old mares and the gelding.” “What if he fights with the gelding?” Brenda said, “That old horse has been a gelding so long, he probably doesn’t realize he’s not a mare.” I wasn’t so sure. From what I had seen watching him, he seemed to think it was his herd. Brenda then told me some more about the new horse. She said his name was Cashmere. 1
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