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At 12 years old all my dreams and wishes came true when “Shaniko” jumped out of a stock truck and into my life. She cost $200. At three years old and advertised as green broke, we covered a lot of miles. I rode her 
bareback the first three months of our partnership until my aunt’s
saddle arrived from Iowa in the car trunk of a visiting relative.
While people teased me and said that I would eventually give up the
horses for boys, I kept reading, riding and learning all I could about
horses. My goal was to become an excellent horsewoman; I continue to
pursue that goal today. I also enjoy reading, writing poetry (they
call it “cowboy” poetry) and shooting clay pigeons.
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