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On a cozy autumn early morning, I enjoyed a teen called Rowan stand at eviction, arms folded up, chin established like granite. The bay mare beyond cocked an ea…

The gelding's ears flick towards the gravel path before I listen to the vehicle door close. He takes a breath out, long and low, then squares his feet and waits…

I remember the first time a family asked whether their eight-year-old, who loved animals but struggled with loud spaces and unpredictable routines, could join o…