When I was growing up, we had two horses. Our first horse, Nickel, was a light-colored palomino (early corn color). She was given to us for free because her owner was being transferred to Germany. She was 16-years-old and blind in one eye (supposedly from running into a barbed wire fence). Nickel was well-trained and her blind eye was never an issue. I could jump on her with only a halter on her-no lead rope. I would then lean forward and tug on one side of the halter or the other to steer her.
Our second horse, Viceroy (named for the cigarette of that name that was said to be “just right”), w...
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