03-20-2008, 12:38 PM
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indent The young man was not unlike many he had seen before. The fact he had a horse, now that was what made him unique. Ahren had seen only one horse here since his return, though that had been a pony. He took the extended hand firmly, gave it two solid shakes, and then released. “Ahren. I used to have one,” he offered, turning his eyes to the equally young horse. “My family in Europe are breeders,” he added, though this was a mostly useless fact. “How long have you had him?”