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we made the turn at the first corner I

looked to see them turn as well as if

they were once more running their

smaller track.

After we made the second turn, I

looked to the road and saw two cars

stopped there with a third pulling in.

How could there be so many? There

was hardly ever a car on this road. I

found myself yelling, “Go away!” but

I could hardly hear myself amongst

Cashmere’s heavy breathing, the

pounding of his hooves, and the wind

rushing by.

When we made the final turn,

Cashmere was breathing so hard I

was concerned, but as we approached

the gate, he still didn’t slow.

“Cashmere,” I yelled, “you’ve got to

stop, or you will kill yourself.”

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