Major was my buckskin, a tough Morgan horse.
He could tolerate a gun shot near his ear
or even biting flies.
He could stand and wait.
He could back up after opening a gate.
He could side-step up the steepest hill.
He would never bit or rub you up against a tree.
He was a true companion and a guide.
He was much much more than just and animal to ride.
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