During the next few days, I worked out a plan where I would be able to afford Abe’s mares, if I could only talk him down a little in price. After work one afternoon, I sped quickly down the highway and turned down the gravel road leading to the 1800s again. I parked my truck, awkwardly near the hitching post and rolled out, back in time. On this visit, I only talked to Virgil. I found him out in the barn. It was milking time and large black-and-white Holsteins, each in a stanchion, waited patiently to be milked. I drew in the sweet smell of hay and cows; Michael was milking and told me where to find Virgil.
Only too happy to show me the horses again, Virgil slid open a large door and the line of big black horses clomped into their stalls and calmly let the young man put on their halters and tie them. I asked if we could take the two mares I was thinking about buying, outside, so I could see them in full daylight...
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