Being that Smoky was still quite a privileged character it helped him considerable thru them long winter months, if he’d see some big horse dig down into a special good grassy spot; he’d take advantage of his standing and chase the big horse away. He looked mighty wicked as he put his ears down, showed his teeth, and delivered a side kick, and the big horse would act scared to death, and get away from the dangerous Smoky in a hurry. There was only one in the bunch that wouldn’t scare worth a bit, and that was his mammy. He could paw in the same hole with her and maybe steal a bunch of grass right from under her nose, but there was no chasing her away. Most likely there was no such intentions in Smoky’s mind anyhow, for the little horse did think an awful lot of that mammy of his; and even though she never played with him, and even nipped him for some things he’d do, he knowed if a showdown ever come she’d fight to a finish for him.
So, as the snows piled high and the ravines filled with drifts, Smoky went on and passed the hard of the winter in near the same carefree reckless way he’d passed the summer before. Of course, pawing for his feed the way he had to was taking some of his energy, but he’d manage to reserve some for play, and many is the time when you’d see the bunch a pawing all intent to reaching the grass, you’d see Smoky tearing up clouds of light snow and a playing for all he was worth. Other colts would join him, and pretty soon the young ones would have the white scenery all tracked the same as if a thousand head of horses had stampeded thru.
The winter wore on that way, no events came to shake the quiet and peace of that part of the range, only, one day a rider had showed up against the skyline. Smoky had been the only one to see him on account he was a little ways from the bunch and where he could see around a point. With the sight of that rider Smoky remembered ropes, a corral and human hands; and he sashayed back to the bunch fast as his legs could carry him.
Finally, the first sign of spring came. Smoky couldn’t appreciate it very much on account that the warm winds which was starting the snow to melting only left him weak and lazy. His blood hadn’t started to thin down as yet, and for the first short spell in his life, he had no hankering to crowhop around and play.
Then a few weeks later the bare earth begin to show in big spots and on the sunny side of the buttes green grass begin to shoot up. That new green grass tasted mighty good to Smoky; it tasted so good that the dry feed he’d wintered on and which could now be got without pawing for, was only stepped on in hunting for them first blades of green. Nothing but that would do, and as it was still scarce and hard to find that early in the year, he covered a lot of territory and got very little feed.
But the rest of the bunch was afflicted the same way; the long dry grass wasn’t good enough no more, and consequences is the bunch lost some weight. But Mother Nature was on hand there again; she knowed that’s what the bunch needed to condition ’em for the change of season, and sure enough, pretty soon the warm weather didn’t leave ’em so drowsy no more, and as the grass kept a growing, and finally got to be everywhere, on the ridges as on the flats, the bunch perked up again; the long winter hair was loosening and big hunks of it was left wherever they rolled.
Smoky’s winter coat had faded to a brown at the first sign of spring, and now that the warmer weather had come and green grass was a plenty, there was another color showed where he’d shed off the long hair. It was what we call “mouse color” only maybe darker; no more of the slick black hair that decorated his hide the summer before could be seen, the change of color had showed itself around his ears and flanks but it wasn’t till winter came that the real change had took place and turned him to a grayish mouse color.
His head and legs was a little darker than his body and showed brown, and with that little blaze face of his a looming up, he made a mighty pretty picture, a picture of the kind once you see you never forget; for Smoky was perfect any way you looked at him and it seemed like as you sized him up that the other of his kind hadn’t been played square with and some of their good points stole away so as Smoky would be the perfect little horse.
Smoky had never thought of his good looks and strong body, his good looks was only a sign of his good health. He felt it all and used it to the limit for his own benefit and for whatever fun his strength and energy could afford him. That never lacked, and if he layed down it was seldom because he was tired, it was more thru a hint from Mother Nature for him to hold on a while and store up on life and more strength.
The spring rains came and went, and each time after each spell of moisture the grass was a little taller and the country greener, the sun kept a getting warmer too, and some days was already hot.
It was during one of these hot days that Smoky’s mother disappeared. Smoky had been snoozing in the shade of a creek bank and it wasn’t till quite a
