NoteThis is a USED book.
At the top of the hill we drew rein. Below us, on all sides, stretched miles, and miles of America. "You can see the White House from here on a fine day," Phil told us.I gazed in wonder at the view. Suddenly I saw something moving at great speed below us. It was a horse galloping riderless and alone. He moved beautifully and with tremendous grace. His tail streamed behind him like a pennant. He looked like something out of another world. It was the wild Palomino...