I wake up. Hampton is wet, the wind is blowing, the rain is mostly gone, mud, Hampton stands there, I can't leave him while I take a day off so I saddle up and we ride to Murfreesboro through real cold wind. I wish I had his long pelt. I find a place to stash him under cedars near a historic cemetary and get a ride from friends back to the bus.
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