When I was a little girl, my uncle went to Salem, Indiana and bought a very special horse. He was a beautiful buckskin gelding named Buckskin Beauty, but we just called him Buck. He was a great horse. Every child in our small farm community of Starlight, Indiana, learned to ride on him. He was the perfect babysitter. I have owned many horses, but none that I remember as fondly as my friend Buck. Buck was Forty when he passed over the rainbow bridge, and I know with all my heart that he is waiting there for me.
Love,
| Buckskin Beauty |
| Suzanna |