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hit me.

I was slammed back into the pole

fence, but was able to stay on my feet

and keep hold of the shovel. He had

barely started to rear again when I

slammed him across the nose with the

shovel. He stumbled backward, but

then started to rear again. Again I

slammed him across his muzzle, and

again he stumbled back. Twice more

he started to attack, and each time I

slammed him across his face.

The last time I did, I heard the

shovel handle crack and wondered

how long it would hold out and what

I would do if it broke. But just then

he retreated to the other end of the

corral, snorting and pawing. Keeping

the shovel in one hand, I helped

Brenda to her feet with the other.

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