In the life of every red-blooded American boy, there should be at least one super-good using horse; ideally one that the boy helped
birth and raise.
This animal should be a filly because the female of the species is smarter and more tractable than the male. With this being true, we must allow that beast to be endowed with a supernatural or mystic quality that makes her almost human. I have owned several members of the horse family in my life that could have been classified as a super horse. The most outstanding one was indeed a filly called Honey Gal, foaled and raised on the edge of the Sabine River bottom...
...which is truly “God’s country."
Named Honey Gal before her birth, this filly became part and parcel of my childhood. As time passed, I did indeed find more and more times when I knew exactly what Honey Gal was thinking—and there were times