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Last Hunt of the Season It was a cold and crisp November day, and we had just ridden out. Slowly the snow began to fall, drifting down in a dream-like cascade. The horses snorted and stamped in anticipation. It was a wonderful and lively beginning for the last hunt of the season. |
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