“A horse’s hindquarters appeared at the door, the horse backing slowly down a ramp. “Buckwheat!” Emily squealed. “You bringed my horsie!”

“See Pitch over there?" he asked, pointing with his chin. "Try to get her to come to you."Pitch had wandered from the other horses, trying to get at the hay in the wagon’s bed. My eyebrows rose, giving him a pained look. "You mean, here, horsy, horsy, horsy..."He gave me a severe look, but his eyes were glittering in a repressed amusement.”

“I am learning slowly to bring my crazy pinball-machine mind back to this place...”

“I had been riding horses before my memory kicked in, so my life with horses had no beginning. It simply appeared from the fog of infancy. I survived a difficult childhood by traveling on the backs of horses, and in adulthood the pattern didn't change.”

“Train as if you had to bring the horse down, not the rider. Fight bulls, not men, and men won’t best you.”

“My dream went all the way back to the beginning. The rain rose into the clouds, and the animals descended the ramp.”