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eventually did get hold of his tail and

started brushing a few knots out of it.

I had just finished it and had moved

to the other side when the little car

with the three men pulled up.

The man who had been driving

the pickup stood there, beer in hand,

with his mouth hanging open. I just

continued to brush Cashmere, and

eventually he spoke.

“What the heck did you do to that

horse?”

“What are you talking about?” I

asked.

“When they loaded him in

California, they had 30 men on ropes,

and he pulled them all around the

horse yard. He nearly killed some of

them, and they almost had to give

him a sedative and winch him into the

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