"Bring 'em in, Red. Go get
'em", I cried, opening the pickup door.
The tawny dog launched from the pickup, charged across blacktop and hurled himself under the fence towards the grazing herd. Long manes feathered out in the breeze as the horses turned, running up the golden hill, tails brushing the snow like a broom.
The tawny dog launched from the pickup, charged across blacktop and hurled himself under the fence towards the grazing herd. Long manes feathered out in the breeze as the horses turned, running up the golden hill, tails brushing the snow like a broom.
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