Toni dropped Ebony’s hoof to the ground and wiped her hands on the leather apron she always wore when shoeing horses. Not that the wiping really helped. Rather, it just spread the dirt around. But Toni didn’t care one little bit. She stood back to survey her work and decided Uncle Lee couldn’t have done any better. Ebony must had thought so as well because he nickered softly and brushed his long aristocratic nose across her face. “Ebony, you old sweetheart,” she whispered softly and patted his face. “Now you’re already for the trail again. C’mon! Back to the pasture for you.”
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