The Stockyard I ride alone a lot at night. Sometimes, when my horse stops and perks his ears, I look out into the darkness and wonder what he sees that I don’t. Now I kind of figure it’s best that I don’t know.But I digress. This is my first year at the University of Missouri; I transferred in from Truman and moved down here at the beginning of the summer. But before I even started looking for an apartment, I scoured the surrounding area for a barn with an open stall so I could move my horse with me, but since the town is also home to a private equestrian college I couldn’t find any openings on such short notice. So when I stu
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