I can't believe the time is already here to go and pick up my new mustang. I think I'm ready. The round pen has been set up. I'm not taking any more horses into training so I can fully concentrate on this big project. My good friend Michelle has offered to drive with me to pick him up in Palomino Valley just north of Reno, about a four hour drive from Bishop. We decide to go up the day before so we won't have such a long day. We stay at one of the casinos. Dave got us a free room, you know one of those promotional ways to try and get you to spend money gambling. Ha Ha, didn't work. Michelle thought we should go try our luck at the Mustang bar at the video games. I put in 10 dollars and yippee, I won two hundred bucks, paid for the gas and dinner. The next morning we head off to pick up the new guy. I'm so excited and nervous I can hardly stand it. My good friend Georgia and Janis also drive up that morning to watch the pickup. It is quite exciting. I hand the wrangler, cowboy guy my halter and lead and have it put on him while he's in the stock chute. This will be the first halter he's ever had on. It will save some valuable training time but it's always a little worrisome to think he could get himself caught up in the damn rope. The drive home is quiet. I was even able to reach my hand in the trailer and give him a little scratch, his first loving touch from any human. We arrive at the ranch in a full-on thunderstorm. Lightning, thunder cracking all around. Wind blowing, pouring rain. There was so much electricity at the ranch with the new mustang, it a was almost more than I could take. We unload him without a hitch. I think I should name him "Thunder cloud", but I need to get to know his personality before I settle on a solid name.
I got the one I wanted, a cremello with blue eyes. There was two hundred to choose from, two hundred ten to be exact. All shapes and colors, ranging from 14 hands to 16 hands, wild and never been worked with by anyone. I looked at the horses over and over again trying to shake the cremello from my mind. Everyone that looked at him said not to get him. Long pasterns crazy eyes, the herd that he came from was not good stock, he was going to go blind, get cancer due to his pink skin under his white coat, but my heart wouldnt let it go I had to have him. I paid 700 for him, it was an auction and the range was from two hundred all the way up 5 thousand I felt good about the price I paid. Not the bottom of the barrel but not top dollar either. I rode a cremello when I was a young girl. He taught me a lot. His name was cloud nine. I will be picking him up on may 13. I can't wait to meet him. I'll have a little over 100 days to get him ready for the supreme extreme musting challage in Texas.