The Bicycle Horsewoman
I pretended a bicycle was my horse. I could feed it hay by fitting grass between its fender and front tire. But I still longed for a real horse.
The Real Cowboy: Memories of an Idaho Rancher
The cowboy who picked us up didn’t look like Roy Rogers. My grandpa’s weathered face and large belly showed it had been a long time since he’d ridden Trigger.
Barn Rats United
An Online Celebration of Everyday Horse People