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I let go of his mane briefly and

reached both arms down around his

neck and pulled back, trying to let

him know I wanted him to stop. But

if it had any effect, I couldn’t tell. He

approached the gate, only slowing

from tiredness, and I quickly grabbed

back onto his mane, knowing whether

he suddenly stopped or made the turn,

either way, I better be ready.

And he did turn. But he wasn’t

pushing quite as hard, and his

breathing was so loud he sounded like

a steam engine snorting air. I grew

more and more concerned for him.

“Whoa, boy! Just stop!”

But he continued to run, though

gradually slower and slower. Finally,

we made the last turn on that lap.

Four cars were there by then, and

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