Bold Archer

Archie is my first love. He’s a 1997 Thoroughbred bay who raced mostly unsuccessfully. He’s salty and crippled and likes to give me shit when our opinions differ. As far as heart horses go, he’s earned the title in our twelve years together.

The old, salty bastard has earned his retirement and now has the distinct honor of toting me around once a week through the woods. He’s the foundation on which I built my life as an equestrian and I’ll my best by him.