Home is where the horses 

are
Information about horse 

rescue in Cochise County
Regular horseshoes, 

Plain Janes and Gone Riding
Horseshoes with painted 

backgrounds--really cool!
Blank greeting cards 

and 8.5x11 inch prints of When I Am An Old Horsewoman, Just A Horse, Lessons From Your 

Horse, In Time's Own Space and Horse Sense
Bling for your steed! Mane 

clips and Rhythm Necklaces that jingle softly as you ride
Pure glycerin soap that 

lathers great and rinses clean. We have both scented and unscented available
Some of my short stories 

about my horses, how the ranch got started and things that happen on the ranch. Some have 

even been published!
Make sure you're ready for 

fly season with our really cool fly masks! Light switch plates and 

outlet covers in a western decoupage mofit. VERY COOL! Remembering those that 

have passed on to greener pastures
Check out all our current 

events! We've been BUSY!!
How much history can you 

cram onto 30 acres?
Contact us if you have any 

questions or would like to customize your order. BUY A SHOE! FEED A HORSE!

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"Dennis" — July 7, 1985 - September 22, 2007

Always I'll remember you
Happy... running free
Mischievous and playful
Gently loving me.
Other friends will follow
Kindly by my side.
Yet forever in sweet memory…
'Tis you that I shall ride.


My heart, my soul and main reason for having the ranch. Dennis was my confidant and a great source of devotion, love, frustration, entertainment and dirty-word vocabulary building. We had many Happy Trails together. A huge part of me died when he passed. I miss him deeply.

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"Striker Bask" — January 25, 1991 - March 14, 2008

Striker came to Havano Ranch as a rescue in August 2006. I never cared much for Arabians—or stallions—until I met Striker. He really changed my view!

From the moment he arrived, Striker was always a gentleman. Playful and full of life, he would always greet those he knew with a toss of his head and a warm whinny from deep within his heart. Striker knew how to tell time and ALWAYS let me know when it was five o'clock—morning or evening—rain, snow or shine, winter or summer. Five o'clock was HIS feeding time, and don't you forget it!

His sudden illness and passing has left yet another gaping hole in my heart. My only regret is that I had such a short time to know him and never found any "girlfriends" for him.

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