I should give credit where credit is due. Those weren't our paint horses in #3 picture. They belonged to the Porch family in South DAkota and actually is their rodeo string. The three horses that stand out in my kife were paints. Roxy was my loyal Indian pony when I was a kid. If I ever fell off she always waited for me. Spot was out of Gold Dollar and the horse that bucked a green horn hired man or guest off at the drop of a hat but Soapweed when he was five or six could carry an old rope and walk up to her anyplace, lift his little sister on and then somehow manage to climb on bare back and ride her in from the pasture. "JR" was the paint horse off the reservation that I rode the ten years or more before my retirement. I could ride him all day, day after day, and he'd never draw a long breath. My team and I won a couple pretty competitive penning contests with him as my mount. He wasn't like my old loyal Roxy, however, if he unloaded you or you dropped your reins he'd make you walk to the other side of the pasture. I always figured if I ever got hung up on a stirrup that he would delight in draggin' me to death!
I will send in pictures of those three paints on "Memories" soon.
