IF I could have a wish as I write this, it would be to know that Hurricane Ridge could feel my gratitude for the happiness he’s given me this past few months.

I think it was early December when my name was down for him on his first day back riding out in the field. A nervous pilot anyway, my hands trembled as he jig-jogged side to side, with a slightly amused Jessica Harrington warning, “he’s fresh. Don’t fall off!” as she smiled and went by.