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The Weinachts’ place was the setting
for another memorable outing. About
ten teenagers gathered there one Friday
night. We rose early Saturday morning
to one of the coldest days of the year, but
we were undaunted. Joy’s mother Mary
fed us pancakes for breakfast, and then
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her father Carl and brother Butch
accompanied the lot of us as we saddled
up and rode to the top of Carpenter Hill
and back—a long, cold ride, but a splen-
did adventure.
When I enrolled at Sul Ross State
College in Alpine, it was a perfect fit for
me. It had a strong academic program
and also a world-class rodeo team, so
there were still plenty of horses around,
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even though I was riding less.
And just a few miles away was
Fort Davis, where we rented
horses at the fort for day rides
and picnics.
At home, my father contin-
ued to trade horses, buying
and selling as he was able. He
was especially excited when he
came home with a mare that
was about to foal, delivering a
colt in the line of Three Bars, a
famous sire of dozens of cham-
pion quarter horses. Those
progeny often carried the
name Bar in one form or
another, such as Lightning Bar,
Royal Bar, Galobar. When the
colt arrived, Daddy stayed
with the tradition and named
him Handle Bars.
He also bought another
horse, and he was eager for me
to ride when I was home from
college for a weekend. I wasn’t
particularly impressed with the
Far left: Billie and her horse, C hiefie.
A bove: Billie and her Father, C asey.
Left: Topsy, C alamity Jane and Billie.
Page 11 - left: Billie and her father.
Right: Billie’s father and horse Dandy.