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Talie unclipped the cross tie ropes from the Silver Queen's halter and removed them. She hung it on a peg in the grooming stall. The mare stood patiently waiting, a hind leg resting on the tip of her hoof. Talie ran her hand along the mare's rump as she moved to the other side of her to retrieve the bridle. The mare moved her head around, dropping it to accept the bit without being asked. Having already saddled her, the woman patted the mare's neck fondly as she backed her out of the stall. ...

Talie led the silver and black tiger-striped mare through the stable hallway. Other mares put their heads over the black railings of their stall doors. Chardonnay, a palomino Faime draft mare, nickered at them as they passed. The Silver Queen turned her head the other direction as if she hadn't heard her.  "Hello, Char," Talie said as they past.  The sweet Faime seemed appeased and went back to munching hay. Talie and the rest of the staff thought that Queen would eventually w...