If I had a horse After my mother died, my father got us a pony, a black and white pony called Cochise. I believe he named this pony. He was a tiny pony, along the line of the wild ponies of Assateague in Virginia, where the Misty of Chincoteague stories were written. I only found this out later, and wondered if Cochise was a Chincoteague pony. All my father said, vague as he sometimes was, was that he was a shore pony for the right price. He only reached my father’s … [Read more...]