When the great Jack Johnson announced he bought the farm up in Ketchum and would move his animals there as soon as next month, his friends warned him that this might not be the best idea. That it might not be the best time. Jack was an upstanding citizen, but his reputation ran only as far as the mountains. Not everyone might take his antics well. He took their conversations to the heart but remained quiet, knowing that his horses would be free as butterflies on the farm, showing their untamed spirit. That their feet would run wild like blood.
"Classic"
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