They stood at sunset missing her. I marveled then at how much that they freely have given to us over the years and yet in an afternoon they lost their world. Twenty years ago if you had told me that I would have volunteered every day to get up, feed, water, and hope for their futures I would have laughed.
I have said that people come to Windcross and don't know why. It is small and not overly advertised. Our field of horse dreams in sacred hills. It has been my joy to come, to stay, and to give.