A Story about a Horse Named Indy

Published on March 5, 2025 by Texas Border Tours

My name is Indy, and I’ve recently joined the herd here on the border. I’m a paint mare, which means my coat is a beautiful mix of white and brown, like the horses you’d see in the old Hollywood westerns. That’s how I got my name—Indy, short for the way those classic cowboy and Indian movies always showed strong, swift paint horses. And, just between us, I think my name suits me just fine.

The first thing people notice about me is my one blue eye. It’s bright, clear, and full of curiosity. Some folks say it makes me look a little mysterious, like I’ve got stories to tell from lifetimes before. Maybe they’re right. Maybe all horses carry a little piece of history in them.

When I first arrived at the ranch, I wasn’t sure what to expect. A new home, new horses—it can be a lot to take in. But let me tell you, the herd welcomed me right away. It didn’t take long before I found my place among them. Even Diamond, the queen of the ranch, gave me a nod of approval. And Poke? Well, Poke loves me. He follows me around, always curious, always playful. I think he likes having someone new to share adventures with.

But here’s the most exciting part—I might be carrying a foal. Nobody knew when I first arrived, but as time goes on, it’s becoming more and more likely. If that’s true, well, what a beautiful surprise! I like to think about what my little one might be like—will they have a blue eye like me? A playful spirit like Poke? Or maybe a bold heart like Diamond? Only time will tell.

I may be new, but I’ve already fallen in love with life here. The soft breeze rolling over the open fields, the scent of fresh hay in the morning, the quiet hum of crickets at night—this place feels like home. And the best part? The people who come to visit. They reach out with gentle hands, whispering about how unique I look, how calm and sweet I am. I always lean in close, letting them know I appreciate the kindness.

If you ever stop by, be sure to look for me. I’ll be the paint mare standing tall, one blue eye watching the horizon, dreaming of the adventures to come. Maybe I’ll even introduce you to my little one when the time comes. After all, every good story has a new chapter waiting to be written.