Lovely horses! I really like Paleface!
You wouldn't have liked her if you had had to ride her, trust me. I was the only one who would willingly ride her.
1-She was a pain to saddle because she acted terrified of the saddle and saddle pad (until she realized that you were going to saddle her regardless of how stupid she acted and then she stood there quietly). The first time I went to saddle her, she sat back HARD on her lead. I hadn't been warned about her bad habit, so I dropped the saddle and pad and smacked her on the shoulder. She stood there for a second going "Oh crap! Someone who won't put up with my stupidity!" and was an angel after that. We had a lesson going on in the arena (she was tied to the rail at a different point in the arena than she is in those pics) and the girls were horrified that I had hit her when she was scared.
2-Her saddle shifted to the right CONSTANTLY. Regardless of how tight you tightened the girth (got off multiple times the first time I rode her to try to tighten the girth up, but after the second time, there was no room left to tighten it), the saddle would still shift. We couldn't change saddles (these horses were "donated" to us by a polo barn/trail riding facility two hours away and came with their own specific saddles that were labeled) and that wasn't the issue anyway. She just had wonky gaits. Even on completely level ground in the arena her saddle would shift.
3-She was NOT kid-friendly, so the only time she got used was when we did trail rides. Which meant that she needed to be exercised far more than the other horses that got used almost every day. And, because I was the only one that would put up with her issues willingly, I was the one to exercise her. She did have a nice trot and lope though. She was our lead horse on the trail.
4-She was dumber than dirt. Seriously. When we were out on trail rides with just us wranglers, I would let her try to snatch bites of grass and weeds off the side of the trail as we were passing, just to watch her fail. She would literally just snatch at air and keep on going like nothing had happened.
She was a good solid horse under saddle, though. The head wrangler and I were on a ride and were kind of exploring around the camp. She was riding Sassie and I was, of course, riding Paleface. We came upon a trio of mule deer and spooked them. Sassie had a fit as the deer bounded off, but Paleface just looked back at me like "What's all the fuss about?" She crossed creeks, went over fallen logs, came within a hundred feet of burning underbrush (they were doing control burns in that neck of the woods, but we didn't realize they were that close to the camp when we set off on our ride), climbed a half-mile long, rocky hill (unmaintained forest service road), and barely broke a sweat.
One of my friends once said that it looked like they chopped up four different horses and pieced them back together pell-mell, and that's how they ended up with Paleface. Lol