Among the sagebrush, my father and the horse become one spirit. It wasn’t until I learned to fly that I was able to merge my modern identity with my ancestral roots.” I began riding horses with my ...

The two mares did their namesakes and bloodlines proud, demonstrating determination and grit on the racetrack in spite of ...

Every morning, I crossed a stretch of railway tracks on the way to my school. The tracks lay less than a hundred meters from ...