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realized, with great concern, that the
simple pasture fence only came about
three quarters of the way up his side.
He could almost step over it.
The other horses seemed to want
to meet him. The mares did, anyway.
The old gelding laid his ears back and
showed his teeth – not a sign of
friendliness. He also threw his body
in front of the mares, blocking them
from approaching this new stranger.
Cashmere, for his part, paid no
attention. He bucked and whirled and
snorted like a calf let out to pasture in
the spring. Suddenly he turned and
headed down the fence line, moving
at breakneck speed. The other horses
turned and followed him, falling
behind quickly.
“Oh, my heck!” I said out loud.
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