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nowhere to go.
He suddenly stopped shaking his
head and snorting, and looked past
the mares toward Tor. Cashmere
seemed to be thinking. Suddenly he
busted his way past the mares and
headed straight for Tor with the
mares trailing after. I felt some
anxiety, wondering if Cashmere was
going to attack again, even though I
couldn’t think of any reason why he
would.
When he reached Tor, the old
gelding trembled in front of him.
Cashmere stopped and flipped his
head up and down and whinnied. It
wasn’t an angry whinny, but more of
a friendly, anxious invitation. Tor
raised his head, confused at this
friendliness.
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