I Feel Weak...

I haven't visited the BLM site for a bit. I have someone who'd indicated a mild interest in one of the senior horses that came in from Murderer's Creek recently, however, so decided to cruise through and see the most recently added horses. Seems they've gathered Beaty's Butte again, which is where Steve Holt! came from.

There was a pretty red roan two year old. And look already 15 hands. He's going to make a nice saddle horse for someone.

And a bay yearling...he's...looking...hey...

I clicked his photo for a closer look.

No way.

Could it...

No way!

Is it possible?

My heart was pounding...skipping a beat...fingers frantically attempting to open photoshop and pull up a photo taken eleven months and one week ago...

There's a huge difference in size and maturity, of course. Steve Holt! was a year older in the bottom photo. On his paperwork he's listed as being 14.3 when he was captured...the yearling above is only 14.1.

Looking through the photos of the yearling online, though, sends a chill through me. It's like looking at my boy. I can smell him, feel his breath...I want to reach through my screen and touch him. But I can't. What's wrong with this monitor that I can't reach out and touch him? Run my fingers up along his neck, untangle that wild mane?

"Too bad we don't need another Steve Holt!", says Darling, standing over my shoulder.

Not need another Steve Holt!? I'm confused. Who doesn't need another Steve Holt!?

Should any of you feel in need of a Steve Holt!, let me know. If this boy is half as wonderful, you'll be in for a wonderful treat.