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“Teaching Jona to ride was one of the most rewarding experiences we’d shared over the past few months. The boy took to riding like he was born for it. His very presence put the horses at ease. I suppose it wasn’t all that surprising considering he had the same effect on me.”

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Book:Ravaged by the Rancher
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