Henry Marshall drove down the dirt road toward Lone Star Stables, the clock in his truck telling him he still had thirty minutes before he had to be in attendance at that morning’s roll call.
Maybe his nerves had gotten him up early. Or the excitement running through him at starting his summer internship today. This internship, though it didn’t come with…
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