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They were usually the quiet type. Soft spoken, athletic, lean.
They approached their charges with sensitivity and practical skills, passed on from parents and uncles of the generation before them. Learned firsthand from toiling on the family ranch or farm.
Horsemanship was a lifelong tradition. It was something in the family. Something in the blood.
They worked with the whole picture in mind, not just the moment at hand. And all that they did, like an artist taking a paintbrush to canvass, made the finished composition into a fine work of art.
When they spoke, the horse grew quiet. His eye softened. He lowered his head and took a breath and a lick.
They could accomplish in quick order what others couldn’t, no matter how much time.
Where have all the horsemen gone?
Oh yes, there still are a precious few.
Men and women who know the breath, the…
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