"When I am an old horsewoman, I shall wear turquoise and diamonds and a straw hat that doesn't suit me. And I shall spend my social security on whisky and carrots. And sit in my alleyway of my barn and listen to my horses breathe. I will sneak out in the middle of a summer night and ride my old chestnut mare across the moonstruck meadow if my old bones will allow. And when people come to call I will smile and nod. As I walk past the gardens to the barn and show instead the flowers growing insides stalls fresh-lined with straw. I will shovel and sweat and wear hay in my hair as if it were a jewel. And I will be an embarrassment to all. Who will have not yet found peace in being free, to have a horse as a best friend. A friend who waits at midnight hour. With a muzzle, a nicker and patient eyes. For the kind of woman I will be when I am old".
"Few cowboys ever owned much. The primary reward of being a cowboy was the pleasure of living a cowboy's life."
The morning feed crew. Karma, Whiskey, and Barrett.