Great to Gallop again. As the stirrups were too long for my moccasins, it was like riding bareback, but once I moved into a gallop, it was like returning to Heaven with my beloved father, Mato Gi.
Once I started galloping, I did not want to stop. Mato Gi was with me every step. And yes, I mounted, by myself, as I did, in my teens, when we rounded up, roped, flanked, cut, and branded calves, with beloved relatives, on the Sherwood Ranch, Wakpala, Standing Rock!
