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“I got him from the people at the end of the road about three years ago.” She pointed at a lone house across the neighboring field and about a quarter mile away. A four-rail white fence surrounded the entire property, about 50 acres worth.

“They got him for their daughter and he was supposed to be very well trained,” she continued. “From what I saw, she mostly just got on and ran him around every time she rode. A few months after they got him they started having trouble catching him.”

She went on to explain that they turned him out in the big pasture one day and when they went to get him, he turned and ran off. After several hours of trying to catch him, the girl got on their four-wheeled ATV and chased him until he was so tired he could barely move. From that day until this, he had been nearly impossible to catch or even get near.

He had gotten so bad that the family was going to send him off to the sale barn where he was sure to end up in the killer pen, so Marie gave the killer price for him, named him Laddy, and brought him home.