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Cashmere not only struck down on

Tor’s head, but threw his whole body

at him. Tor not only went down, but

the force rolled him onto his back.

I was afraid Cashmere would

strike while Tor was down, possibly

killing him, but he didn’t. Instead he

simply reared and squealed as if

asking Tor if he had had enough.

And Tor had had enough. He

rolled to his stomach, struggled to

stand, and, weaving like he was

drunk, wobbled his way to the far

corner of the pasture. He hung his

head, and I felt sorry for him.

Cashmere, having cleared that up,

quit rearing, and just threw his head

up and down a few times. But when

the mares moved in to surround their

new champion, Cashmere didn’t like

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