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If you stand quietly at the fence line at Delighted Hooves in Dexter, you can hear the first lessons in the noise of steeds breathing. Hooves shuffle on sand. A…

On a crisp October morning I viewed a gelding named Scout time out at the threshold of the field. Maple leaves skittered across the sand, wind breaking at the b…

On a windy Tuesday, a woman called Cara stood beside a quiet bay gelding with her hands drinking so tough she can barely clip on the lead rope. Panic had become…

On clouded spring early mornings in Dexter, the barns wake up prior to the coffee shops. You can listen to the soft clink of lead ropes, a mare's low nicker, bo…

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A moist spring early morning, a mare named Juniper, and a woman in a brilliant yellow raincoat who might not stop chatting. Sara had just left a high-pressure j…