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small white blaze down half of his

nose. He also had four white

stocking feet. He nuzzled me, and I

pulled out one more apple. “It’s the

last one, buddy.”

I crossed through the fence and

walked to my pickup. When I did, he

suddenly panicked. He ran up and

down along the fence, whinnying to

me. I made my way back to the

fence, and he stuck his nose over.

“It’s okay, buddy. This is your home

now. I will come take care of you

now and then.”

He whinnied his concern, but just

then one of the mares pushed her way

around the old gelding and trotted

over to Cashmere. “Now he can

make some friends, and all will be

okay,” I thought.

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