One bitterly cold winter afternoon, a nine-month-old colt-extremely weak, starving, left to die-was frozen to the rock-hard white landscape of a northern Wisconsin pasture. His whinny for help barely carried through thirty-mile-an-hour winds lashing snow and ice against his thin coat. But somewhere inside him a light refused to go out.
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