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The gelding before me, a wide-eyed sorrel with a crescent of white on his forehead, is taking a breath like a bellows. Next to him, a teenager named Eli is working hard to be still. It is not working out. His feet touch a quick rhythm, his hands twist completion of a lead rope, his eyes skitter across the arena. I ask Eli what his breath is doing. He shrugs. The horse snorts and swings an ear toward him. We count together, 4 in, four out, and I show him how to expand his po