This is a reblog from one of our readers; Mary Gilmartin, a professional writer and a good supporter and sponsor of The Nokota Horse Conservancy.


‘The other day when I drove past a pasture near where I live, something prompted me to pull over to take a closer look.

4-Horse Pastures

That’s when one of the horses walked up to the fence and looked me straight in the eyes. Did I know him from somewhere in my past? Then, I  remembered the farm and the accident when I was sixteen years old.

2-Horse Eyes

Horse-In-The-Pasture© by Mary Gilmartin

     It was a beautiful summer’s day when I took the horses out of the barn with my older brother for a ride in the meadow. Jamie had saddled Spirit and galloped wildly across the field. I tried to follow close behind on the back of Manchester. He was getting old and not as fast. It was difficult to hold on tight with no saddle to anchor me down. We had not traveled far when dear old Manchester lost his footing from the chasing. We fell down…

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