He was captured and was not adopted, so they added a number brand on his hip as he was going to be re-released. However, a doctor rescued him and another mustang. They were sent to the trainer and then homes were found. Ruger went to a woman who rode trails. He caught his hoof on a buried cable and bolted. The rider fell, and he was injured. The rider would not ride him again. Ruger went to another home where he was used as a dressage horse, but each time a horse passed him in the arena and splashed dirt against the wall or made noise, he would bolt from under the rider.

When I found him, he was not well cared for, but no one had ridden him in a long time. I walked right into the corral, slid the halter in and touched him all over. Led him around, then saddled and bridled him. I decided to hop on, and we rode around the pen. He glided smoothly over the logs they had in the paddock. Moved off my leg when asked. His current foster mom could not believe what she just saw! Others had come to see him, and he was afraid of them. One lady rode him for only a short ride, and he stumbled all over.

I fell in love with this big guy! He has been a great trail horse. I have even done mounted cowboy action on him. Recently, I got married and moved, taking him with me. My husband has learned how to ride on him. He is my gentle giant. His best friend is Busy, the miniature horse.

What #RightHorse means to me

My sanity, my balance and tranquility.