Little Pasture On The Prairie Eliza Blue
Tuesday, September 29, 2020
The brown mare came to our ranch with no name. An elderly cowboy friend of my husband’s had gotten her to be a companion to his roping horse. The mare did not take to roping -- the sound of a rope swinging over her head terrified her. So, she lived peacefully in his small pasture, watching the seasons slide past, by no means neglected, but certainly not befriended either.