Indian’s coat is a map of jagged edges, brown and white and marking him as a paint. His bones are thick and he is muscled under a dense winter coat. His head is large and his mane falls over his broad neck in long brown and white waves.
His eyes are intelligent, watching everything, but wary too. He has never lost that wildness he had just being loose in a large pasture, digging in the snow to get to the grass and virtually no human contact when he was a colt. He does not easily trust, and has been caused pain, though not in abuse but in ignorance.
Once upon his back, he is always willing, accepting praise in a pat on his neck that must come ever so slowly when you are on the ground. He is still resentful when he is caught, though he will always take a treat. He’s a good teacher to our young Bullet, and an even better companion.
He gives me warmth and confidence and I can count on him to move cattle or lead a pack-horse. I know he’ll bring me home because he wants to be there as much, or more, than I do!