So he immediately went into a 2 week quarantine (we had no other horses, but I had a friend to trail ride with). The first time I rode him off our property I came home with blisters from holding him back. He was high spirited and loved to run. But he was /safe/. I had no experience what so ever aside from pony rides before that, but I rode that gelding 100's of miles before I passed him on to another beginner. He taught me how to barrel race (we actually learned together), and did everything from riding trails to playdays to chasing cows. Looking back, I would have never sold him now for his weight in gold.
My dad paid $900 for him. He was grade and his name was "Rufus", later to become Rebel (everyone said he looked like a civil war general's horse).
The youngest kid broke horse I've ever trusted just turned 6, and she's absolutely amazing. She belongs to my riding partner and sadly she may be retired this year due to an unknown injury. (Why is it always the best ones??)