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left her in the dust.

I struggled to untie the gate from

the trailer. My anxiousness was

flustering me, making it so I couldn’t

undo the knot in the twine. I was still

fumbling with it when he turned

along the third fence line. By the

time I got the knot undone and pulled

the gate around into place, he had

turned down the last side. His whole

body was stretching out as if he was

moving down a race track, his head

bobbing slightly up and down in

rhythm to his step.

I could only hook the bar around

the gate post from inside the pasture,

and he was coming fast. I thought of

dropping the gate and running, but he,

and maybe some of the other horses,

would get out onto the road and be

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