In Memory, Cherokee the Mustang
In Memory, Cherokee the Mustang Eleven years ago, when I first met Cherokee I went to touch her. She turned and walked away. Weeks later, my husband asked about the big and powerful brown horse out in the herd. I said, “Her? Yeah that’s Cherokee the mustang. She won’t let anybody catch her.” Which was the truth. She was the least tame horse on the ranch. Weeks after that, my co-worker and friend said, “You should do some of the…