The dirt tasted like home until it tasted like blood. One moment, Ace Patton Ashford was helping a sick cow; the next, he was being dragged across the pasture by the very horse he trusted with his life. Eighteen years old. On the edge of a national breakthrough. A routine chore, a spooked animal, a tangle of rope, and then noth… Continues… In the days after the accident, the arena where Ace once practiced feels hollow, as if the air itself remembers his laughter and refuses to let it go. Friends replay his last weeks on a loop: the quiet...
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