Horse Trading Is a Strange Business
When we got back to the house and untacked the horses, I knew I wasn’t just looking anymore. Standing there in that quiet corral, I stopped pretending. I didn’t just want a horse. I was ready to take responsibility for one.
Confidence in Strange Places
For the first time in eight weeks, I wasn’t managing Charlie. I was riding him.
It felt like learning a word in a language I didn’t yet speak.
Becoming a Student Again
Dusty got me in the saddle, but it took Charlie—and a stack of RFD-TV horsemanship shows—to turn me into a student again.
Dusty Steps In
After Vandy died, the yard felt empty. Then Dusty arrived—a younger, well-trained horse who pulled me deeper into horsemanship than I ever expected. This chapter is where everything began to shift.
The Thousand Pounds of Quiet Energy
In 1979, Ranae brought home a colt named Vandy. I didn’t know it yet, but that horse would shape our home, our marriage, and the direction of my life in ways I wouldn’t understand until he was gone.
The Horsemanship Years
A look back at how horses entered my life, what they taught me, and how a casual blog became the start of a long horsemanship journey.