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Show Horse Away! a gallop, white mane streaming, umber flank against the snow-winter had been furious and grand; now the corralled spring. There'd been no other way: too much nibbling fodder-stalks, and biting steers from silo-run, to boot; he'd spin a whirligig of flailing hooves, to scatter bovine out of shed to storm; then fling the bent gate wide and herd the stragglers on to trample garden, hotbed, lawn. Now confined to small corral, the only answer for him on this farm.... We, the tenant, hike his graze, while hooves churn dust and great teeth rattle chains. |