Nonfiction | September 01, 1994
Things That Go
Norman Lavers
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I suppose in the old days of Western range a boy started riding a horse at an early age, and the horse, centaur-like, became an extension of his body, and was centrally, almost unconsciously involved in all the trials, losses, gains and exultations that ultimately defined his character.
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