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We crossed the arena, and every step of the way, I expected something to happen. Like, Argus rearing and galloping away, or advancing on Leo, or simply stopping and not moving at all. But nothing happened and I was completely dumbfounded.
Holding the halter and whip Leo had asked me to bring, I rushed around them—not too fast though, so I wouldn’t disturb Argus’s collaborative attitude—and opened the gate to the round pen. Besides the high, open roof and the pillars holding it, the round pen looked like the arena, but on a smaller scale and proportionally round. It was the ideal place to train difficult horses or mistreated ones.
Leo took him inside, and I stepped in with them and closed the gate. I rested my back against the gate while Leo approached Argus with controlled and slow m
