“. . THERE ARE FOALS on the range land. Against the high-sky heat of midday they are flopped on their sides, tails twitching, soaking up sun on their flanks. It’s a reminder, I suppose, of mother heat not so long past. Driving by later, in early evening, I watch them cavort. They race about in bursts of speed that end abruptly, as though they’re suddenly puzzled at the glee that drives them to kick up their heels and run. They pause and look outwards at the road with their heads held high and st...ill. There’s pride in them, nobility, and a staunch sense of identity that’s fractured by yet another crazed dash. My people were bush people, and they never cultivated a horse culture. But there is something about the animals that has always appealed to me. Horses are called Spirit Dogs in some native cultures, and maybe it’s their loyalty and good-heartedness that makes them special to me. I was thirteen when I learned to ride. My adopted family had left for a summer vacation, and I was dropped off to stay with relatives for three weeks.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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