Coyote: adopted 12/10/2021

It all started with a picture. A photo of Coyote tied up to a fence, looking straight at the camera. The photo was posted on Facebook, his current owner letting the world know that if nobody online wanted him, then he was heading to a livestock auction in Montana. Since not much was known about him, he would been run through the loose sale. Now that portion of the weekend can easily lead to a scary fate for horses. With nothing noted about them, and no one riding them into the ring, it would be a real crap shoot for a random individual to bid on them, making them prime targets for traders and kill pen buyers. But once I saw that snapshot I knew… that horse wasn’t heading anywhere but here, he was meant to be with me. 

Sure it sounds dramatic to say he changed my life, but when something’s true it’s true. I’ve had plenty of people ask me: why Coyote? What made you pick him, in particular? And the answer is simply: I had to. I saw his picture and in that instant I knew I would move mountains to bring him home. Plus, I have always felt a pull, a special connection with that forever symbol of the west, the epitome of freedom and power, the mustang. It’s important to me that we never forget Coyote’s heritage. Once roaming the northern Nevada desert. He was a wild horse rounded up as just a baby. His life a total mystery from then until that day his photo landed on Facebook…

And so began our story. An ever evolving, ever deepening relationship. You know that joke that goes around about adopting / rescuing animals… ‘but who really saved who?’ (FYI a better question has never been asked…) My *very* easy answer? He saved me, and I am forever in his debt.