PHANTOM NIGHT

I grew up as a horse-crazy kid. My parents weren’t able to get me that horse that I desperately asked for like clockwork every single Christmas, but they did their best, getting me lessons as often as they could. The year I graduated from high school, I got a car and a job, and that January, with my first pay check in hand, I headed straight to see Lois Schroter at Royden Arabians to finally fulfill my dream.

She had three horses for sale; a lovely well-broke bay gelding (nope, too practical), and two colts from that