Horsepacking, luxury or necessity?
I yanked on Dooley’s lead rope. He finally gave in and trotted forward. Then he kept going, coming up past my horse, Thunder, and I had to wiggle the lead rope in front of him. He slowed down and once again fell in line behind and to the right of Thunder. Thunder pinned his ear back briefly, telling Dooley not to bite his butt.
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