Heresy can be found here.
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Heresy couldn't be kept in the corral for much longer, he needed more room so he wouldn't hurt himself in the round pen. Moving him there was difficult, and involved a complex set of fences set up, and lot of hooting and yelling. After two hours, Heresy was screaming and kicking his way into a large pasture on his own. He looked back over his shoulder, nostrils flaring wildly. The lanky red haired boy leaned over the fence, watching the stallion from a distance. The farm hands and grooms wandered away after some time, but the boy stayed, one foot propped up on the fence.
Thirty minutes passed, and the horse reverted to his natural state--serene, controlled. He tilted his ears back and brought his head down to a relaxed level. Heresy looked like the kind of horse someone could trust, the kind you could put a child on. Just as the boy thought he could slip through the fence, Heresy screamed, kicking and flailing wildly and sprinting to the other side of the paddock.


