Crystal Vercoe

I once owned the most beautiful pony who came from one of the first musters.
She was the sweetest, most responsive and beautiful mares I’ve ever known. The local riding school had offered to buy her from me several times but I was 14 and she was my best friend. She had two foals to a kaimanawa mustang which we did sell to the riding school. The Colt who was incredibly intelligent (could not keep him contained as he would either unlatch the gates or jump out) and equally stunning went on to be their best trekker. The stunning black filly went on to be one of their top showing ponies.