Dreams, Hope and Tears

About the Book

“A journey I will never, until my last breath, forget.” Mike was a horseman and game huntin’ wrangler for High Country Outfitters, based in Joseph Oregon. You couldn’t miss Mike. He was your typical six-foot rancher, wearin a white straw hat, sandy brown hair, long sleeved plaid shirt tucked in to his Wranglers, and dark tan colored cowboy work boots. Mike looks real good with a dark brown mustache or even a three or four day growth on his face. The women would actually quiver if he looked their way. Mike wasn’t a cowboy; he was a horseman. He said he’d rather ride a horse than drive a car. Oh yeah, this guy was probably born one hundred years ago, in another life. I was the wild march hair, and he would be the field of wheat that would only bend when the wind blew. One thing about it, he knew he was the chosen one to calm my patootie! Let ’er Buck! Mike and I had a specific type animal in mind. We were interested in a strong spirited stallion to enhance our herd. We weren’t looking for just a Kiger Spanish Mustang. As we walked and observed, we just couldn’t put our eye on “the One.” Pen number ten. H-o-l-y cow! It was like clouds opening up to the heavens. He didn’t move, but he turned his head in our direction and looked eye to eye with Mike. It was a very majestic feeling. Mike said, “Oh yeah!” They split the Band of Mesteno in 1975, and this colt was foaled in 1976. He was Mestenos Ambassador. This stallion was separated from his band, his family, that he had risked his life for, to protect till the age of fifteen. You wouldn’t want to rope that son of a gun unless you had a Mack truck on the other end. “Mike will touch me ever so gently. I start to weaken at the knees and literally quiver, but he holds me tight with those big strong arms and caresses my body with those hands. He’ll be on me like bears on a berry bush. He had my Wranglers to my knees. Oh yeahhhhhhhhhhh, Let ’er Buck!”

About the Author

I was born in Pendleton Oregon. Pendleton has one of the largest Rodeo’s for the NFR in the United Nations. My great grandmother, Mama Eads, walked the Oregon Trail, and claimed the first homestead in Baker Oregon. My grandmother, Pearl Hall, retired from the Frontier Saloon in Pendleton Oregon. This is what I am about, to the bone. I wrote this story because I want others to know what kind of a person my husband Mike was, and the only way I could do that was to put my real self in the words. As you can see from my background I am very down to earth, compassionate, sensitive, and kind to any living thing. Communication to the animal kingdom is a must in my life. If it wasn’t for the animals around me, I would not be able to encompass the real true meaning of life. Thank you God for your creations. I hope you all enjoy what I have to share. There is more to come. Thank you again. MJ Nooy