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side of the road, and they were

watching us. This really annoyed me.

The pasture was on the foothills of

the mountain on a seldom traveled

road, and I didn’t think anyone would

bother us. This was supposed to be

my moment with Cashmere, free of

observers, and free of anyone or

anything else in the world.

Then another thought hit me.

What if the people got out of their

cars and approached the fence?

Cashmere might rear as he did when

he saw strangers. I was also

concerned about what would happen

when we reached the gate, because he

often slid to a very abrupt stop.

I clamped my legs tighter than I

ever had, unsure what would happen.

But Cashmere didn’t show any signs

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