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Hadley flinched as Wayne stopped in his tracks. He dropped his gaze to the ground as the other one turned around, echoing the word. Hadley wasn't sure why he'd done that, as he viewed the fact that he was a slave as a rather obvious one. The state of mind he existed in was a fairly harsh one, constantly drilling into him that he was to serve others, that they were above him. Amy's demeanor and actions had showed that he was worth nothing, as common as dirt. He didn't know that Amy's actions and attitudes were unusual for the canines in the area, not having had enough contact with others before he was caught.
He fidgeted nervously before the dog finally started moving again. Hadley released his breath, shoulders slumping as he realized he'd passed whatever scrutiny he'd been under. They reached the corral, and a mare eagerly trotted forward. The mare was directed towards Hadley, nuzzling him softly in the shoulder. Smiling he hung up one of the buckets, and gently reached out, stroking the horse's nose. She was a beautiful creature. Hadley stood there for a couple minutes petting the horse before he remembered that he was supposed to be working. He dropped his hand and hurried over to the trough, pouring the water in. Nervously he glanced at Wayne, hoping that his delay hadn't got him in trouble.
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