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I handed him another one, and

again he took it as gently as any horse

I had ever worked with. I was still

cautious, and wanted to make sure I

didn’t let my guard down. I petted

him, and he nuzzled me for some

more.

But I thought maybe it was time

to let him go. The other horses were

now milling around. They could

smell him, and he could smell them,

and they whinnied to each other.

I went around to the other side of

the trailer, made sure everything was

in position, and pulled the twine

holding the bar. When I heard the bar

snap free, he must have heard it too.

He let out a whinny, then a snort, and

immediately started backing up.

The internal gate moved out of his

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