Afterward I scratched behind his left ear until he nudged my shoulder with his head. He dropped his nose onto my forearm and made a small, contented snort. The farrier came later and commented that Copper takes his trims like a gentleman; he barely moves while the shoes go on. I love that about him—how cooperative he is, like he understands the small teamwork that makes life easier.
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He let me come close. His breath smelled faintly of hay and summer; when I reached out, his nose brushed my palm once and then again, steady and trusting. Someone told me his barn name is “Copper,” though his registration name is something long and regal I can’t remember. Copper has a small white star on his forehead that looks like a thumbprint someone left by accident. It makes him easy to pick out among the others. Afterward I scratched behind his left ear until