There came a time out in Colorado where I was driving all over the range checking cattle and performing other cowboying duties and ol’Nick was taking the brunt of the miles. So I figured I needed a big, strong re-mount as well as a horse that needed some work. So that I could practice my horsemanship skills with a horse that didn’t know as much. I don’t know how I lucked out with finding this fellow, but he was exactly the teacher I needed at the time. There is an old saying of disputed origin that has played itself out time and again in my life. When the student is ready, the teacher arrives. I figured that I’d go get myself a deal on a horse, so through a friend of mine, I was able to walk through the feedlot of a kill buyer for horses. I walked all over those pens, and there was only about one group of horses that didn’t seem completely broken down. Out of that group, this big kind of solemn paint horse kept following me around. I almost didn’t want to take him because I didn’t want to be known as the “paint guy” but something in me kept telling me it was the right decision. So I made a deal with the feedlot owner and led the big guy to my trailer. He seemed pretty terrified of the world, and one of my biggest regrets is that I didn’t learn sooner how to help this poor horse with his fear. But remember, when the student is ready, the teacher reveals himself. After a year of learning the art of colt starting and riding ranches, Dime and I weren’t the handiest duo, but we could cover miles, and cover miles we did. All over Wyoming and Colorado, Dime would give Nick days off and vice versa. Somewhere along the line, Dime actually began to come out of his shell. He went from a timid, reserved fellow to being a rather friendly, gregarious, opinionated, big horse. Fortunately, I had always learned to practice one form or another of fairly good quality groundwork. So I never had an issue with Dime on my own two feet, but there were times when Dime’s new found confidence got him and me into a few battle of the wills. We’d get into bucking and rearing sessions that left me looking for something better. Dime has progressed quite a lot since then, he is the leader of my string, has learned to become soft supple and willing. Dime is now learning some of the finer points of riding such as canter pirouettes and collection with self-carriage. He’s done pretty well for a horse that was destined to be dog food.