Black Smoke By Barbara Ann Anderson The horse  I'm going to tell you about is not my first nor is he my last, but he was definitely very special. He  was an old work horse, with a tail that had hung  to the ground and a mane that was long and flowing..  He was Cole black with a star on his forehead, and a personality of a child. He was as playful and carefree,  and as loyal as a horse can be. He was blind in his right eye (a disability delt him by an unkind owner in the past.) He was a great farm horse and an excellent trail horse (all 2,000#'s of him). He would be outside the porch every morning and I would have to go put him in the barn before I went to school.  He would always come running when he saw me, as if he had been waiting all day just to see me. My friend was shot in the chest at point blank range during deer season in 1989. He had been standing out on an open knoll and had seen his murderer. I was 16 then and I was sure my heart would never mend. We never found out who shot our old Smoke, but I would like him to know I never forgot my friend. May he run forever in the wind and find everlasting "treats". Posted 1/5/99 HR Home Page Memorials