Sunday, January 4th, 2004The Horse Who Cheated Death
Outside, the rain comes down in sheets, crashing off the tin roof in a deafening roar. Inside, Jim Orr can’t hear the other horses in the long rows of stalls at Reber Ranch. All he can hear is his horse’s labored breathing. He tugs gently at the halter. “C’mon Norm, let’s get turned around. Let’s go home”…
