The Horse's Lawyer

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It wasn’t hard to find the landmarks Roland had told him to look for in the foothills. He saw more grass than he had ever expected to find. Hills lay as sloping shoulders on either side suggesting the shape of a valley that turned to a rock-ribbed canyon after a few miles. Wind began to rise and he tugged his hat down smug. The horse turned south without being asked. The boy leaned forward; occasional bursts of sand stinging his face, full of expectation that the horse would find the water. Roland’s voice came rolling across the expanse of his mind unbidden. “Every horse will show you something of what you desire to know.”

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