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By: Lisa Clement

I had just returned from a horse-buying trip to Oklahoma and Texas finding nothing to please me. I spotted an ad run in a local Southern California horse-trading magazine and made a call to see the horse. Sometimes you can travel a long way only to find what you want is right in your own backyard.

By: Dorthy M. Ross

There were lots of Appaloosa horses running around my dad’s central Illinois farm, including Colida, Franchita, Hobo Star, and many others over the years. Many of them were offspring of the famous outcrop Colida, and were named with M.S. in front of their names, indicating Marcussen and Son – Russell, and my brother Jens. Colida came into my dad’s possession with the purchase of his dam, Lady Chesty, AQHA P-19041 in early 1957.

By: Shaina Horowitz

It’s windier than I thought it would be today. The waves from the beach seem to stretch their icy fingers towards me, the grassy field not providing much protection from the coldness. Cantering along, the pounding of Meppen’s hooves on the hardened ground fills my ears, a deafening entrancing rhythm. My breath is lost in the layers of wind, making my beating heart seem an effortless miracle.

By: Danielle Thibault

It all happened one day when i went to my riding lesson. I saw the most beautiful palomino mare in the stall. i asked my instructor if i could ride her and i could! Palominos have been my favorite horse ever since. Of course being young and wanting to know everything about horses i asked all the questions i could about her. her breed, age, height.

By: Vicki Scammell

“Vicki, Vicki wake up the barn is burning!”

“Yeah whatever.”

“Vicki the house may catch on fire too. GET UP.”

That was the beginning of the most terrifying four hours of my life.

The night of January 10, 1996 had started off like any other evening on my farm. I had my two barns of chores to do and then I planned to go out. I was in hurry because I didn’t want to be late to meet with my friends, so I rushed about my barn doing my chores. Chores consisted of the care of one hundred and seven cattle and our three wonderful horses: Clover, Smokey and Flicka.

By: Eliza Dandridge

I acquired him like I acquired my other horse. I was going to work with him, but I fell in love. With Sierra, it was just lust. She was a big beautiful mare. She should have been a, then, thirteen year old girl’s perfect first horse, had it not been for her horrible attitude under saddle. I was bucked off of her more times than I had ever been bucked off of any horse in my ten years of riding. But with Bear, it was love. From the first time I saw him, to today when I went out to the stable and rode him and fed him. True love never comes easy though. You always have to give up something, in my case; it involved a lot of pain.

By: Teresa Byron Amen

The great man stood there in his radiant brilliance. All of nature was alive and reveled in his glory. The man was humble but everything commanded attention in his presence.

He was drawn to the pond and seemed mesmerized by the contents. His gaze was broken once or twice to look up and around but found no audience. Then instantly out of no where a black horse appeared. He walked close to the man and playfully nudged his arm to break his stare that he had on the water. The man gave the horse a knowing look that only the two would understand. He motioned him to join him by the water. The man turned his gaze back to the pond and the horse shared his focus of something far deeper that the ponds floor.

By: Tamara Minadeo

I still remember the first time I met Maya and Geno. It was the first weeks before the fall quarter began at my Los Angeles area college and I was at the school barn getting my horse, Nutmeg, situated in her new stall.

A silver truck and horse trailer pulled up to my barn and out popped a tall girl with shiny dark brown hair and a spray of freckles on her cheeks. Being in a friendly, welcoming mood I jaunted over to her and introduced myself. Before I could get her name she quickly spouted, “Is there a turn-out I can put my horse in? He has just been in a trailer for 12 hours and really needs to get out.”

By: Sue Moss

When our youngest daughter was 9 years old, her Dad bought her a 5 year- old Quarter Horse gelding. Miranda named her horse Buddy. And that’s what he quickly became to her. She would spend hours with him, brushing, trimming, leading, playing with, and simply talking to him. She enjoyed riding him as well, of course, but for Miranda the greater joy was in sharing her thoughts with him. He displayed the greatest “horsonality”, always listening, never criticizing.

Miranda enjoyed Buddy for many years, competing in gymkhana events and joining a musical riding club, as well as going on many pleasure rides.

By: Kelly Castano

I don’t think that I’ve ever cried so much over something. I’ve cried tears of pain, joy, frustration, and recently grief all over my horse Kidd. It had been 3 months of horse searching after I lost my draft x mare and I wanted another mare just like her. It had to be just like her. I even refused an adorable mare and foal. I first heard about Kidd as a horse who a lady was giving away to a good home. If I had only known why. Kidd was a 15 year old off the track TB gelding. Definitely not what I was looking for. I went to see him because my mom wanted me to.

By: Pacia Dixon

Sky Rocket was an over-sized Shetland Pony-cross, stout as a tugboat, and just as scrappy. He was an animated bright white, pint-sized Roman warhorse, quite capable of conquering a city, with his flared nostrils, open mouth and great round arched crest, punctuated by a three-inch long roached mane. But this little mount was not used for vanquishing enemies. He was owned by a 1960’s cowgirl baby boomer, my neighbor, and he specialized in stealing young girls’ hearts. I could feel my own heart flying out of its ribcage whenever I heard them come galloping up our driveway for impromptu visits.

By: Kimberley Tadder

Like many girls, I badgered my parents for a horse. I got my first horse, a pony, when I was in seventh grade. I did everything with “Duke”, the county fair, parades, and trail rides. As I got older and was outgrowing Duke, I started pestering my parents for a full size horse. When I was a freshman in high school they finally gave in and we started looking for a horse.

By: C.M. Jones

I think she was about thirteen when she started to dry her wings
Trying out new ways of thinking while she tried to plan her dreams
She lived in the city she was just another kid.

Her friends trying to make her do things she often wondered why she did Her home was an apartment up about four flights of stairs
And from the condition of the building it sure showed nobody cared
Well as fate would have it she found herself alone.

But she had herself an uncle who offered her a home.

By: Jessica Shaw

I’m not sure how many people have been graced with meeting an extraordinary yet odd animal, but I have. She is a plump palomino Quarter Horse named Cheyenne. Even when she is being really bad, she still makes you laugh. She is sooo funny that you can’t really help laughing. When she gives you one of her quizzical looks, laughter bubbles up inside you, and a big smile spreads across your face. When you meet a horse as absurd as Cheyenne, you can’t help but laugh.

By: Kimberly Dunkerson

“I was taking lesson’s from a women named ” Louise Yount.” She is a nice lady. My mom and her where talking about me and how I needed ot me moved up to a greater level of riding. While they where talking I was leaning up against a stall. When all of a sudden a baby filly comes over and blows in my ear. I turn around and laugh! She was cute. I asked Lou if I could go in and pet her. She said it would be allright. So I did.