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This Saturday had been especially memorable. The air crisp and fresh. Ourselves were freshly charged with anticipation of the ride. We had food packed in our saddlebags intending to make a day of it. Our cabin was waiting for our return, inviting, luring us to enjoy it to the maximum. We had ridden our horses in the foothills of the Adirondack Mountains. Returning at dusk to unsaddle the mares as the sun was going down over the hills.

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