Little Bo Peep broke her leg this summer. The bone infection that followed gave her a 2% chance of survival. I was preparing to dig her grave when she started fighting. What followed were eight weeks of pills, stall rest, and holding my breath every time she moved. They said she had a 25% chance of ever being ridden again, 50% chance of going lame. On 11/7/25, I climbed on for the first time. Terrified, but trusting her. Two steady rides. Then 11/9/25. I saddled her for a simple ride so some kids could meet her. But Bo had other plans. The second we moved out, she became a freight train. She demanded to run, argued with me until I gave in. God, she ran like she had something to prove to the whole world. She's been sound ever since. When I bought Bo, it was her second chance at life. This summer, she fought for a third and won. Big Sky will be her first race of the season, her first time in front of a crowd again. Bo isn't just returning. She's reclaiming the world that almost lost h
