Tess

Teri Carter's Library

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I could not have slept tonight if I had left that helpless little creature to perish on the ground.

~ Abraham Lincoln, after stopping to return a fledgling to the nest

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My mother was long dead when she finally got her horse. Though she lived on a farm the last 20 years of her life—a farm with an enormous red barn and a fenced pasture for cattle and acres of hills and woods to ride in—her husband stood firm on the word no. Horses, he said, were nothing but a cash drain. Yet inexplicably, two years after my mother died, I came home for a visit to find Tess, an elegant chestnut brown mare, living alone in a stall in my mother’s old red barn.

This week I went to the Kentucky Horse Park to see my first Hunter Jumper competition. Having never been to a horse show, or…

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