To my delight she agreed to marry my father and they bought a house together. One weekend, when I was ordered to help move some things out of my stepmother’s old house, I saw him. It was cold and rainy out. There was mud and junk everywhere and when I got out of the car I looked over into the yard and saw a scruffy, dirty, chestnut horse. His fuzzy winter fur was crusted in mud and dirt. He was shy and looked at me with an expression that said “Who’s this human breathing heavily and staring at….Ugh, quit smiling like that!” But I didn’t care; in a cloud of youthful exhilaration that scruffy old boy looked like he was straight out of an Anna Sewell novel. His name was Chamie and he was mine and at that