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came back, head hanging, with the

pliers in his mouth. He dropped them

by me. I did give him an apple for

that, although I didn’t know if I was

rewarding good behavior or bad.

I had worked almost all morning,

and was getting close to being done

patching up the worst segment of

fence, when he finished another run

and begged for some more apple.

“Sorry, boy, I only have one left,

and I am saving it for something

special.”

He begged and nuzzled and

whinnied, but I wouldn’t give in.

There was something I just had to do.

I hadn’t dared tell Hannah what I

had in mind, because I was sure it

would have scared her too much. But

every time I watched Cashmere run

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