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The boy stood at the fence line watching the ranch hand stack wood on the fire. He was burning the horse. A plume of black smoke drifted over the pasture into the clouds. The smell made the boy feel sick to his stomach and alone. He thought about his flight and how his mother had cried when he waved goodbye. It was just for the summer but they’d never been apart in all his four years.