•April 3, 2019•

By Evelyn Burtcheard
for the News Progress

Each spring Dad would take on the job of breaking two to four head of horses for other farmers. He would use our team of Molly and Queen to break the young horses to work in the fields.
Dad would hitch the new horse next to Queen who was a big, unflappable strawberry roan horse that knew what her job was and did it well. She would brook no nonsense from any other horse young or old.
As her name stated she was the Queen. The young horses would try to pull away, ahead, back just about anything except go straight forward with no fuss. Queen would put up with their antics for a while, then she would start by laying her ears back and threatening to bite. If the young horse did not heed her warnings, then the next threat would become a promise, and she would bite, usually on the neck. A few of these encounters and the young horse began to work as it was supposed to.
Once in a while Molly would act as though she had gone senile, and Queen would put her in her place. Dad always said Queen was worth any two horses on the farm.     Login or Subscribe to read the rest of this story.