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through the fence until he turned

down the last fence line. Somehow, I

wasn’t scared. It was as if I sensed a

gentleness in him different from what

I had been told.

As before, he slid to a stop in

front of me, his sides heaving. He

reached out his nose and breathed

blasts of hot air into my face as I

stroked his nose. He nuzzled me

again, and I finally reached in my

pocket for an apple. “If you get a

tummy ache, don’t blame me,” I told

him.

He ate while I rubbed dirt from

his coat. I wished I had a brush. And

then I remembered that I did have one

in my pickup. When he went for

another one of his runs, I slipped

through the fence, retrieved it, and

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