I found a bleeding ten-year-old girl hiding under my two-ton draft horse, begging the beast to protect her from the man with the rope.
I swung the heavy metal trailer doors open, expecting to check on my cargo. Instead, I froze. Gideon wasnโt standing in his usual spot.
My two-thousand-pound black Shire horse was kneeling. His massive front legs were …
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