Chapter 6

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The days that followed were not much different. Each day consisted of mud. Lots and lots of mud. Each morning I was welcomed by the sound of a nicker, although this time, her head was fully over the door. She was a yearling. She learned how to properly be lunged, but it involved a lot of scrapes and blood. I would sit in the field with her everyday, and just looked into her eyes. She refused to be turned out with other horses. I guess she just got used to my company. Occasionally, I would let her loose and just stand at the fence and watch her run free. She physically could not stand still in the cross ties. She would move as if she were dancing; forward then back, left then right. She was growing into quite the thoroughbred. Not an apartment sized horse anymore. She took up the proper amount of space expected in her stall, although she was still smaller than all the other horses. Sometimes, we would just take a leisurely stroll up and down the gravel path. No lead rope was needed. I just walked with my hands in my pockets, and she chose to stay by my side. Then, however, was breaking day. The day that changed all of our lives forever. If it wasn't for some devilish behavior, I wouldn't even be telling you this story, because it never would have even happened.

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