She'll never be all the way tame, just the way she's made ... sorta like you, I imagine.
Horses ... horses made me happy, complete. Then and there in the middle of some state, in a wild state of being, I vowed I would own a horse again.
Any real, beautiful thing in this world shouldn't be tamed or claimed or broken. It should be allowed to be, worked with, not against, appreciated. Don't be afraid of the wild she has left. It makes h...
Could I be jealous of the way he was touching my horse? Yep ... I was.
