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On the ranch, there was one pasture we called the far-back. It was 260 acres of good grazing, but it was well away from the house. The far-back was over a little ridge and a devil to get to if the creek was up.

My grandfather was always worried about the wild horses getting in there with the cattle. He said they’d eat the forage and bring in disease. There was no arguing with him on the issue. He made a point of running them off whenever he found them there.

When I got older, he’d send me out there alone. The main problem by then had been the coyotes. We’d lost a lot of calves to those vermin. I always took the rifle, but never once managed to get off a clear shot. The coyotes were just a little too quick for me.

At age sixteen with little else but girls and coyotes on my mind, I’d long quit worrying about the handful of wild horses. One day, I saw a little foal out there. He just looked back at me without a trace of fear. I know it sounds strange, but I felt an instant liking for him. There was something about the way he carried himself. He didn’t take any guff off the other foals, and asserted himself at every opportunity. I called him Dominator.

I didn’t know it yet, but Dominator would be the key to solving our coyote problem. That horse was a warrior and absolutely hated coyotes.I guess you could say he saved the ranch.

The first day I saw him in action was the first day I thought I had a clear shot…

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They had found him in the undergrowth, probably just where his mother had told him to stay. She did not ever return for him.

“Something must have happened to her. Maybe wolves – or hunters,” Tom said.

“Poor deer. We can’t just leave him here. Something will come along and eat him for certain,” said Henrietta.

Tom gave an indignant gobble. “What are we to do about it?”

“Let’s just see if he’ll come along with us,” she answered.

The little fawn followed Tom and Henrietta all day. Tom didn’t like it one bit. The fawn was clumsy and made too much noise. He was sure to attract trouble. Even so, it was clear Henrietta’s mind was made up.

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