I remember yearning to be as wild and free as my younger sister. Her long hair blew in the wind when she rode her horse, often without the safety of reins or a saddle. Girl and horse galloped as one across the pastures.
Until she owned a horse of her own, she thought of, talked about and played with nothing else in mind. Her first word surely must have been “horse.” Finally, Daddy gave in to her pleas—almost.
“Tell you what, Vickie, I'll make you a deal,” he