Katie Martin brushed the currycomb lovingly over the big roan’s withers. The great animal responded with a contented nodding and rearing of its noble head to the familiar touch of the striking young blue eyed, blonde girl. It was a task she enjoyed and she was displeased with herself for not having groomed him the day before, following her afternoon …
It was in the mid 1970’s, and I was doing lots of business travel for my first real job after college.’ All the travel afforded me the opportunity to pay short visits to many of my scattered relatives .’ I had stopped at my mother’s house to spend the night.’ Me and mom were chatting while she went through a …