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The Fix: Part One

The Fix: Part One

Duke stepped out of the trailer and curiously surveyed his surroundings with the high-headed periscope posture he reserves for novel new environments. I could almost read his mind: big buildings, morning traffic, distant clip clop, horse smells, no pasture in sight. Lots of horse trailers, but no busy arena, and very few horses to be seen. Weird. But there's an embankment full of clover and grass, and the one horse in view is being lead by a woman who is letting him graze on it, so it can't be a bad place. Duke snorted and relaxed, and looked off hopefully towards the nearest green patch.