Man finds peace in training horses and passes it on to trouble youth.

The filly circles the round corral, running close to the log rails.  An Arabian, she holds up her tail as she runs.  the man flicks a soft whip behind her, pressing her forward.  He puckers his lips and kisses the air, using the sound cue as a signal for the filly to move.  "Whope!" the man says.  He backs off, retreats to the rails and waits.  The filly fells the pressure lift.  She slows to a trot, then to a walk.  Finally, she stops.  She looks at the man on the far side of the corral.  They face each other like this, man and horse, as the dust settles around them.  Each watches the other, quiet and still.  The horse in the process of being broken. The man in the process of becoming whole.

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