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They crunch through frost embellished grass on brisk October mornings, navigating pastures for the
big fall gather. They trot out together, their spurs singing in cadence with their horse’s gait. They ride in
reticence, speaking a language only they understand; one that is spoken in hand gestures, head nods
and a horse’s position.
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