His name is Mitty. A red bay, 16 year old Mustang with mane and tail like obsidian. I hardly know him yet, but oh, I will. Why? Because he’s mine.  I can’t believe I’m doing this. From the time I was three, I have been captivated by this creature, this animal born of the wind, the horse. All through my childhood I dreamed, prayed for this day. Then it came. I have decided to become a horse owner.  His name is Mitty because in congruence with the film “Th...