I shared a dream with my mother to live in the montains, have a small farm the biggest part of the dream was to have horses. I was 14. My mom promised when I turned 13 for my birthday I would get my very first horse. If I stayed away from drugs,did good in school, stay out of trouble. I did my part of the bargin but on my birthday I had no horse.
We were finaly able to move into our dream home. We were moving to the montains! Republic WA was the destination. I would sit in the car looking out the window watch from city life change into the wild...I would enagine me on my horse on top of the hill side rearing into the moons lite. Galloping along the car side deep in the woods.
While we were looking at the house to buy we made friends with the owners.The bank wouldnt allow us to buy it because he wouldnt put a pump on the well. But we didnt come out of the deal short ended. When we looked at the ten acres for the first time we met them, I met HIM...
We walked on and I heard trotting hoof falls, turing around quickly I met his eyes. I said helllo not in words but with my eyes. For that moment our eyes, our hearts, our souls connected. I knew for ever more he was to be mine! I had found my companion one to ride through the montains to race with the cars to rear in the moon lite.
The man let me get on Shamara he gave me a boost and as soon as my leg touched his other side he bucked me off. I hit the ground before I knew what happened. My feelings damaged more then my butt. I didnt understand, Tom told us he must have been kicked in the side by Cheif, Shamaras pasture mate.
We left that day, we came back to the ranch many times. They let us stay for the weekends till we found a house. By the second trip up their we baught the two stallions. Our plans were to geld them and put them into training.
Shamara was an Egyption Arabian, grey with a black mane. Gorgeouse. Cheif was a paint appalosa mix, he was young but spirited. Their story was of them on that ranch, abused by the kids who lived their. One time when we were out their with them and one of the kids was coming up and shamara took off running followed by cheif. It was sad to see the horses reaction with the kids time after time.
Once we found a house Tom told us we could keep the horses till the snow falls. Once we got done moving in we started on the horses fence. It was down at our naighbors house because our farm was not yet timbered for horses.
I did ride Shamara, once. We saddled him I got on and he was just like a young horse trying push me into the fence. He managed to push me into the feeder with a tin roof, I wipped his head around, SMACK right into the feeder. He didnt try it again.
As winter was nearing we were working on the fence as much as possible. While still trying to visit the horses. This one time that will never leave my heart. It was just the four of us me my mom Shamara and Cheif. They were so calm almost falling asleep it was pure love. We had never seen them like this. Just peace.... That was the last time I would touch his star.
We got the fence done and my mom called tom to tell him we can come pick them up. He said they were gone! He sold them...! We were making one last trip to the city and when we drove by his house. There were our horses! In the front yard.
We called the police got social workers involved. Tried to get them back. But they were gone...A friend said that they were at a ladies house. Who worked with horses. And the daughter was supose to be some great rider and trainer, by the time they got to their house they were so mean and angry that cheif hurt the girl,blew out of their fences and tor up the place.
After that we never heard about them... My dream horse was ripped away forever. My galloping mate was faded out of the moons lite. No more dreaming, no more, no more running through the woods of the great montains. No more Shamara my birthday present that I waited for since I was seven years old. Gone.....
We lost the farm... Moved back to the city. Bounced from shelter to shelter. After four years we were able to move out into the country again. Renting a house in Raymond now, I bought another horse. A horse that bounced from place to place just like I did. One who was abused by her formal owners. She was like my other half, her past was similar to mine.
Although after a year and a half of caring for her she has never let me in like Shamara did. I dont think I will ever find that bond with another horse. I still look for him. The last few days ive been dreaming about him. The stallion from eutopia. I look on all the ads hoping he is for sale. Whith no luck, I think I will never stop.
As for me and Gypsy, selling her is a consideration right now. Although im leaning on not. All I can say about us is.
From east to west a travlin gypsy found her prancing pony for now
their hearts run as one...into the north
Here are pics of Shamara and Cheif...