Red Like A Wagon

Little did I know that my love of horses would one day develop into a passion for healing the broken hearts of those burdened by trauma.  As a kid I spent hours combing through books on pony care, studying color charts, memorizing body parts, and learning the many breeds of the world.  If I needed…

She was my Nanna

Whether you called her Nanna, or Grandma, or just your best friend, Betty was amazing.  She came to the Ranch just a few years after we opened, arriving at dusk on a trailer full of horses hoping for better homes.  She had given her all, working as a pack horse, rented out to hunters to…