A Good Horse

There was a rodeo pony that had belonged to my first wife, but she had sold him to a couple that was moving to Utah in her second year of college. We got married and moved out to Logan, Utah after a visit there. I learned to ride on that horse, and went up deer hunting a couple of times in the Wasatch mountain range there. The horse was very smart. Could let itself out gates.


I had a dream in my thirties which inspired a poem: How Long Has It Benn Since I've Dreamed
which has now been re spun into a song:

Rusty was a fine horse. One of the best. If you are going to be a cowboy, you should have a good horse.