You shoulda seen it. That little paint gelding lived up to his name: Great Spirit. Gathered as a weanling from a herd of wild horses in Wyoming, he calmly accepted a saddle the first time he encountered it. No complaints or concerns. Due credit to those who have gentled him: his moms, Diane and Paula, and his new dad, Tom Terrific.Spirit has grown from a withdrawn youngster to a confident adolescent. OK, “confident” and “adolescent” don’t belong in the same sentence. But Spirit is coming along nicely.He used to hate having his face touched. Now, he comes forward to ask for caresses.And when he runs—he’s almost as graceful as I am.Montana, older than Spirit, was gathered as an adult. An impressive black mustang (if I say so myself) he came from Cloud’s fabled Pryor Mountain herd. He still sees saddles and riders as malignancies growing on the backs of his pals. He’ll learn. New pictures soon. Check back.