Sometimes if we have been fortunate, we find friends who become family. Over the years, I have been blessed to meet some people who I have considered to be my family. Without a doubt, Barbara Lesesne Medlock has been part of my family now for over forty years! We met when we were schoolgirls in the sixth grade. To this day, I do not know what I would ever do without my sweet friend and sister.
“Whoa. You son-of-a-bitch,” the large man whispered to his horse. “Whoa.”
Over the years, I have heard many stories about my grandfather, Tom Allen, and how he was one of the best horse traders around. My mom would often tell how she would watch grandpa break his horses. She would always laugh, “He would swear like a sailor, but he would speak to them in a soft voice, just as if he were speaking to a baby.”Continue reading “The Last of the Great Horse Traders”