The sun was early-spring warm the morning he sauntered across the big pasture. Little bits of green showed through the winter brown covering the field and a small group of horses snatched at the green as they moved slowly across the land.
The old horse stood there watching the man, looking to see if he carried a rope or any other thing. Seeing only a cowboy, one that he knew well, he dropped his head and went back to grazing.
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