The black stallion’s name was Step.
Marvin, the only man I ever saw ride him, called him simply “the horse,” his raspy Southern voice pausing for emphasis.
The black stallion’s name was Step.
Marvin, the only man I ever saw ride him, called him simply “the horse,” his raspy Southern voice pausing for emphasis.
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