"I think his name was John Rivers, and he was up near the Scottish border, but I cannot remember where exactly. Her name was Daisy and me husband loved her almost as much as he loved me. I didn't wish ta sell her but I had ta pay fer his burial and ta eat and I wasn't about ta eat the horse." Her hand continued to pat the nose of the mare fondly before her hand dropped.

"T'ank ye, I don't know if I could afford ta buy her back now, but knowin' she is still alive would make me heart feel good." Her smile was radiant again.

"Aye... I hope so. I hope so."