Lordy, my sister Whinny loved horses. Momma said they’d be the death of her.
When she was little, Whinny’s bedroom was all porcelain horses, paint-by-number mustangs, and magazines about thoroughbreds and cow ponies. She had maps for a trip to Assateague and Chincoteague, where she’d to meet Misty and the wild ponies from the newsreel. She loved the movies Gallant Bess, National Velvet, and a Disney flick called Tonka, which led her to Native American spirituality.
Her name was Winifred, but at nine she started signing her name Whinny with an H. She devoted her life to learning about them and living with them.

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