Opal stopped the car for a moment as we were pulling away from her horses. She looked out over the waist-high prairie grass she drives through every day with her older Buick, checking on them twice a day. She pointed back to them and said, “Isn’t that a pretty sight?”
“Yes, it is” was the reply. They stood there, all seven of them, three colts and four adults, nibbling the grass on a hot summer…