Jonathan rides Midnight

We had adopted some Mustang colts a few years back. Four yearlings, two males, two females. The black male was special. He had a beautiful coat, and nice form. We had him geld, and had him trained by a horse whisperer to the point of accepting a saddle. He was young, and wasn't ready to have a rider at that point. The next spring, when it would have been time for a rider, my boy Jonathan called his mom from his cell. He was down in the corral, on Midnight, and wanted her to come see! She led them around a while, had a great time. Here's a picture.