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his back. All of my previous
brushing was pretty much for
nothing. With all of his running, the
sweat had mixed with dust, and he
was dirtier than before.
I got my brush from the pickup
and brushed him for a minute. When
he finished his grain, he continued to
stand there, reveling in the attention.
Whenever I quit, he would turn with
his head and give me a nudge as if to
tell me to keep going.
By this time, Tor and the mares
had moved back to their grazing.
When I climbed through the fence to
leave, Cashmere once more threw his
head up and down and whinnied.
I scratched his head. “Don’t
worry, boy. I’ll be back again.”
Once more he chased along as I
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