Chicaza was a yellow dun paint Spanish Mustang I belonged to from 1988-1994. This is to the 1000's of miles we rode, the 50-Milers we ran, the stuff we gathered including buffalo, elk, cattle, mustangs, & several haints. Though I may lose everything, no one'll ever take my memories, my scars, & my bad reputation. Running & raised wild in the Kiamichi Mountains by Gilbert Jones of Medicine Springs, Oklahoma, Founder of the Southwest Spanish Mustang Association, we caught him in a salt trap as a 5 year old stud. Never had a hand on on him until mine. Always bucked every time saddled. I apologize for the "Bronc to Breakfast" behaviour that scatter'd several camps tho it's made for numerous campfire tales. Only bronc I ever had or knew that could kick you out of the saddle while sit'n in it. Such was his dexterity & sense of humor. He could kick a fly off his ear with a hind foot while walk'n along & never miss a stride. Chicaza was just like the Ancient Ancestral Chickasaw axiom: "Never forget a kindness, nor an insult." Chicaza never forgot a trail, tho we made more than we ever followed, being of the "Ride, Track, or Die" School of Equestrian Events.1000's of miles in all weather we spent in brush where we didn't see each other, much... Chicaza knew his 'bizness' & with his own often stringent requirements, he let me go along to many places. He never forgot where he left 'his truck' and it 'uz just best not to question his route there after a long day. Whenever you thought your own 2-leg'd know'n knew better than his 4-leg'd, he would "swaller his head" just to see if your outfit was for line dance'n or for real cowboys & ndn's. The best rides are ones nobody ever saw & the only ones anyone'll ever remember are around others, when you didn't.......XX......3-3-05