For a while now I've been looking for a second horse. Not knowing if I should, or even what I'd get, I just left it in the hands of God. That desire was fulfilled two weeks ago when we went down to see Riley. At the end of our ranch tour he showed me a colt with my name on it. After a bit of thought and prayer, and by God's grace and Riley's generosity, she's now part of the WCC herd.
I'm not usually a mare guy, but she's been spayed and has a lovely, spirited disposition.
Not wanting to quench that spirit, but insuring she wouldn't hurt me, I named her after my great-grandmother Mollie Wamboldt
So John and I jumped in his silver bullet and ran down to Missouri
I like her. She has pretty eyes and a solid build.
Chief likes her too
This is going to be a fun summer. Mollie needs some work, but luckily I have friends in low places. Paul Casey's going to help me get the buck out of her and make her soft as sugar. I just hope she likes riding in back of a pickup.
