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muscles were sprained, if not torn.

The old man looked concerned as

I worked my arm to loosen my

shoulder. He followed me as I turned

to finish the feeding. “Well, aren’t

you a stubborn young buck. If I had

taken a blow like that, I would have

said to heck with the horses and

headed home.”

“I am a married college student,

and I really need this job,” I told him.

“Besides, I love horses.”

“Well, I do, too,” he replied.

“But a horse like that young stallion

will never be any good. If he will

attack like he did, there is only one

place for him, and that is heading

down the road.”

I must admit that I agreed with

him that Dader needed to be sold.

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