​He's half a ton of poised and controlled energy, held on an easy rein and a hair trigger.

He's a workin' man who can earn his keep on the range all week and be a hansome dandy at the arena on Sunday afternoon.

He's proud when he stands, looks lazy when he walks, but when he runs he can whip the tears from the corner of your eyes and plaster your hat brim against the crown.

He's big in the haunches, supple in the withers, stout in the neck and wide across the chest...to hold his great heart.

He's thunder and lightning between your knees and a poem in flight across the pasture.

He's cow-smart and brave, though sometimes a clown, and to the man with sky in his eye and mud on his boot, the Driftwood Horse is a faithful hand......And a Friend.

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