"Bridles jingle and heavy hooves tap a metronomic clip-clop as the ungainly wagon claims yet another mile.
It glides past a row of Main Street houses, past roadsigns touting this business, that fraternal group, the local team who were champions. Vehicles, horseless ones, slow to take in the outlandish muscles of the four giant draft horses, two white, one dark, and one dapple gray."
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