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  • Writer's pictureDon Rearden

The Dead Horse Trail

defined by horse power cannot rein in desire ridden to death ends justify being mean

this work horse this dark horse cantered, loped, galloped rode hard and put away to whet our appetite

barn sour, behind the bit buck and crib sired a sound rogue stallion we cannot put down and we leave in our wake a trail rutted and rotten [photo courtesy of the Alaska Digital Archives]

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