My Favorite Equines – Ricky & Dancer

Twelve years ago I came to the Southern Black Hills to live and own a horse. In the end it was two horses that entered my life and became my family. Ricky and Dancer are, full sister, Spanish Mustangs. Dancer was a year old and Ricky two.

At the time, I was recovering from a motorcycle accident, wearing a leg brace and using a cane. I wasn’t really sure if I would walk normally again, but here I was with two horses to train.

Having never trained a horse, in my life, I spent everyday just hanging out with them. and over that next year and a half Ricky and Dancer showed me what horses do being horses. I followed them everywhere, as part of my therapy, and Dancer would always stop and wait for me when I feel behind. I had no round corral and trained in my 20 acre pasture.


Spanish Mustang Ricky working with a bright yellow umbrella.

Dancer is easy going and a real character. She made my learning to train seem simple. Ricky, on the other hand, was really full of survival instincts and made me work and really concentrate on learning how horses see the world. My friend Dave Reynolds would console me saying “the harder they are to train the more you learn and they become your best horse”. They drew me into their lives so completely that it seemed easy to overcome my damaged leg and get myself to the point where I could join with them in the communion of riding. The first time I got on both Ricky and Dancer we were out in a 210 acre pasture; they never bucked. It seemed they said “OK, get on and let’s ride”.


Spanish Mustang Dancer wearing ballons

Dancer is still a real character. When we go riding I call her “the tourist”. She wears bunches of balloons, likes to help me fly a kite and always sneaks into the garden or someplace else she doesn’t belong. Ricky has become a perfectionist in her riding skills and lunges without a lead rope as well as bowing and other maneuvers. She just loves doing these things. They both have done parades, worked cattle and horses as well as lots of trail and what I call “play” riding.

Needless to say, the girls have really been my cure. They have taught me how to “horse around”.

Thanks Ricky and Dancer for such a rewarding life.