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aside, all the other horses whinied, and for a time felt the sun was slightly warmer, and the earth more vivid. Mr. Wantley walks up and pats the horse on the butt. "Would ya look at that...", he mutters to Jim whose hands feel the empty interior of his back pockets. Nudged subtly, Mr. Wantley breaks away from Jim and mounts the horse. The evening is fresh and whispers benevolently, blowing through hair and high grass. Mr. Wantley looks back and smiles at Jim, who thinks to himself..."how 'bout that?"