We lived in a quiet town where the houses were spaced far apart, leaving plenty of land for gardens, pets, and, in our neighbor’s case, a horse named Jasper. He was a large, white horse with a sleek coat and deep, contemplative black eyes. Though his size could intimidate anyone unfamiliar with horses, there was a gentleness about him. He had never panicked, never bitten, never kicked. There was a steady calmness in him that naturally inspired trust.Continue reading…
