Historical
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"Do you remember two years ago, the day you chose my pit pony in Christie's barn?" Dad asked.
Savino nodded. He'd liked the slender pony with the big shock of golden hair immediately.
"That one, Dad."
The pony whinnied, nodding his head, as if to say Good choice.
At first Dad was doubtful. "He's smaller than the others. And blind in one eye. A good pit pony can save a miner's life."
