Native American

Good morning once again, bloggers!

Karen Kay here again.  I want to thank Denna and Stacey Kayne for writing their comments and for sharing their stories with us this morning.  Also I’d like to thank fellow authors Charlene and Linda Broday for sharing their comments with us this morning.

Okay, so the excerise is done — it was weights for me this morning — and as I sit here eating breakfast, I thought we’d talk some more about the hearty mustangs who so captured the heart of the West.

 Of course we owe our thanks for these intelligent animals to the Spanish — the word mustang comes from the Spanish word mesteno, meaning wild.  From Columbus to Hernando Cortez, every Spanish explorer or adventurer brought these animals to the New World. 

It was Hernando Cortez who brought them to us in 1519 –he had only sixteen horses, but of them Bernal Diaz (who was with Cortez) writes: “For after God, we owed the victory to the horses.”

But where did the Spanish get these hardy friends to man?

 Professor Walker D. Wyman writes:  (the Oriental horse) is known to have come into Mesopotamia from Persia about 2500 B.C., to Egypt from there in about 1700 B.C. and thence it spread over North Africa.”

Known in Africia as the Barbs — meaning that they were from the Barbary Coast — these breeds mixed with the Arab breed when the Arabs conquered areas of Africa — this was in about 647 A.D.

It was around 711 A.D. that the Moors — who were descendants of the Moroccans and Moslem Arabs — came to Spain, and for almost 800 years, the Moors held Spain hostage.  Now, when these Moors came to Spain, what were they riding?

You guessed it — the Barb-Arab mixed breed horse.

Okay, enough of ancient history.  In my next post, let’s bring the subject closer to present time and discuss how the horse influenced Native America.

  Hope to hear your comments on this and other things of interest, so please feel free to leave some comments, okay.  To the left, by the way, is the art work for my latest novel, RED HAWK’S WOMAN, a June release of this year.

Isn’t he gorgeous?  And does anyone know the name of this sexy young man?

Till later, then.

Good Morning Bloggers!

 Good morning and welcome to the Western Romance Author’s Blog.  I’m your host for today and the topic of discussion for today — and please do join in with me — is little known Western historical facts.

And today I thought we’d discuss the little horse that settled the West.  Of course I’m talking about the mustang.

The time period is 1863 and 28 year old Conrad Kohns — a Montana prospector — is carrying $5,000.00 worth of gold, with which he plans to buy some cattle for his butcher shop in Virginia City.  It is night, and he lets “Gray Billie,” a gray mustang whose long tail sweeps the ground, graze for the night.

Luckily Gray Billie wanders far that night and is rounded up by Fred Burr, a mixed blood herder who is hunting for wild ponies.  When Kohrs awakens, he goes in search of Gray Billie and finds him with Burr, who warns Kohrs that Dutch John and George Ives — who are notorious road agents (robbers), are looking for Kohrs.

Quickly Kohrs saddles his gray, but soon finds that sure enough Dutch John and George Ives have found him.  Riding into a stream with heavy bush around it, Kohrs unsaddles Gray Billie, throws off his blandets and throws away any heavy articles he carries.  Mounting his little stead once more, Kohrs sets out again for the mining town of Virginia City, with Dutch John and George Ives soon after him.

Upon Gray Billie’s speed depends not only Kohrs gold and his future, but his very life.

Hour upon hour Gray Billie gallops over the rolling plains of Montana, through sage and splashing through streams.

Kohrs later wrote, “In spite of the rapidity with which I traveled, each mile seemed like five.  Up and down hill I flew, clinging to my horse, fearing that each moment my pursuers were gaining on me and realizing that the breaking of the surcingle, a stumble of the horse would bring me to certain death.”

It was a long six hours later that Gray Billie finally raced to their destination.  Writes Helen Addison Howard in her book, AMERICAN FRONTIER TALES, “Although Gray Billie’s race will never be recorded in racing annals, the tough, swift pony won a race over a hazardous course of far greater importance to his master than the winning of the Kentucky Derby.”

Yep, these small, sure-footed little horses, with their long manes and their tails sweeping the ground, truly did help win the West.

Do you have a story you’d like to tell about a horse or a pet?  If you do, or if you’d just like to talk about something else, join in with our discussion.

It’s still fairly early here in Los Angeles.  I’m off to exercise, but I’ll be back in about an hour to discuss this and other Western facts about this incredible friend of the Western Prairies.

My My hubby and I will soon be going to the Crow reservation for Crow Fair.  It will be the first time we’ve ever been to the Crow pow-wow.   We’ll be gone a week — thereabouts — but when we return, I hope to have lots to share.

Hi!

Karen Kay here, the authentic Native American Romance Author.  I’ll be hosting the Petticoats & Pistols blog all day tomorrow and would like to extend an invitation you to come and post and chat.

 Tomorrow’s topic will be little known Western Historical facts, and I’d love to have you join in a talk about this subject.  Specifically, tomorrow the plan is to talk about the little horse that made the West.  Any of you horse lovers should love this week, since Charlene will be hosting another talk on horses on Friday. 

I’ll be posting live tomorrow morning, but remember that I live in California and so my early morning may be different from yours.  Till tomorrow, then.

Karen Kay

PS:  Don’t forget to visit my website at www.novels-by-KarenKay.com

My husband and I were recently on the Blackfeet reservation in Montana during Indian Days pow-wow. On the Blackfeet reservation, dogs run free and pretty wild. However, there were two dogs who attached themselves to us and some friends. We were there for the pow-wow, but we were also there to help with literacy/drug ed programs. Anyway, these two dogs attached themselves to us all and when it came time to leave, my husband and I couldn’t bear to leave them behind — and so they came home with us. They are both pretty much muts. One is a Collie with something else in him, and the other is most likely some German Shepard and goodness knows what else.

But they are dear.