Once upon a saddle, deep in the Navajo Indian Reservation among hogans, red rock spires and ancient cliff dwellings, Skywalker and I traversed the desertscape. Not especially remarkable, that simple dark brown gelding climbed up mountain goat trails above the tree line and down into flash flood canyons flowing with muddy water. He stood on picket lines at night and cantered through sagebrush days. Together we walked-the-sky of northern Arizona and southern Utah.

(See Arkansas Horsemen’s Round Up, November 2007, for full Navajo Land article and photos)