Outlaw and Ryder - Todd Roeth

Outlaw & Ryder

I married a woman who has horses in her bones, or, at the very least has had them break her bones. Inherently, our daughters will mostly likely be raised with and among them in some capacity. At the very least, by knowing their mother’s Breyer Horses on book shelves, as is already evident in Willadeane’s room, or I hope, more up close and personal.

Willa’s first close encounter happened with my own sister and her fiancés two geldings. As for Ada, she’s starting her encounters with the barn cat.

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