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around that pasture, I felt an urge to

be on his back, to feel the wind in my

hair, and to be moving with him.

That desire had built in me to the

point it was almost uncontrollable. I

didn’t even really understand it. But,

somehow, I just had to ride him.

I finished the last section of fence

and walked over to the gate. He

followed me, as I was sure he would.

I set my tools outside the fence, and

then I climbed up on a post. I broke

the apple into two pieces and held

one out for him.

At first he came straight toward

me. I knew I couldn’t jump on his

head. I moved my arm to the side,

and he followed it. He was still a

distance away, so I put the apple

piece in my other hand and held it out

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