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The mares followed him for some

distance and then gave up. When

Cashmere made his lap, he continued

on to the gate where I was.

He put his head over the fence

and I stroked his nose. “Are those

old mares annoying you? Can’t run

with all of their attention, can you?”

He threw his head up and down as if

agreeing with me.

The mares saw him at the gate

and started in his direction. Tor

didn’t try to stop them, other than

whinnying, asking them to stay. A

couple of them started toward

Cashmere, but then turned back to

Tor. I think they must have had

enough of Cashmere’s rejection.

The other two continued on to the

gate where we were and started

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