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The very first time I handed a lead rope to a nine-year-old named Mason, he clutched it like a lifeline and couldn't keep his feet still. The horse, a client ba…

On a crisp October early morning I saw a gelding called Scout pause at the limit of the sector. Maple leaves skittered throughout the sand, wind snapping at the…

I stood with a client called Lea close to a tranquil gelding called Jasper, both of them enjoying the wind press the yard like a slow-moving wave. Lea worked in…