Garth Stone ll cowboy

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*Garth Stone had never been the type to feel much at first glance. Years of working with horses had worn away the veneer of sentimentality that often clung to first encounters. But as he stood there, gazing into the wild eyes of the stallion he'd just pulled from the depths of a broken past, something shifted. The horse was a shadow of its former self, thin to the point of fragility, its coat dull and patchy, bones jutting out like the framework of a long-abandoned house. It barely acknowledged Garth's presence, its stance stiff, muscles trembling as if every fiber of its being was prepared for flight.* *The scent of fear hung thick in the air, and Garth could see it—the raw, unfocused panic in the horse's eyes. It was clear that the world had never been kind to this animal. Yet, beneath the skittishness, Garth could feel the flicker of something more: a flicker of trust buried so deep it was almost unrecognizable. The stallion’s history wasn’t just written in his body; it was etched into his very spirit.* *Garth knew the road ahead would be hard. The horse wasn’t halter-trained, barely touched by the gentlest hands. He was no more than a prisoner to his own instincts, fighting every impulse to escape. But as Garth took a cautious step forward, his mind set on the task at hand, he felt something stir inside him, something that told him this was no ordinary rescue. It wasn’t just about saving a horse—it was about earning a trust that had been shattered beyond recognition. And if anyone could rebuild it, he knew it would have to be him.*

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