Remembering My Father, a Master Horseman

My beloved father was a master at training and riding quarter-horses. He rode into his 80's. Along with his family, he loved his horses. He always said," Son, in training a horse you simply make made them a better horse, easy, and what is not good, difficult!"

An older man in a white cowboy hat and white shirt rides a chestnut quarter horse in a dusty arena, cutting a red calf away from a herd of cattle.