Chance Reynolds has spent his life on top of a horse. He started breaking colts in Northern New Mexico in the 1970s, and spent a summer following big horn sheep across the la Garita range in Southern Colorado. He was foreman of two large ranches and owner/operator of his own large cattle and horse ranch in South Dakota's Black Hills. He has ridden cross country through three Mexican states, owned and operated two successful horse businesses in Mexico, and for the biggest part of it all, he has taken his daughters with him.
Rachel Reynolds was born in Taos, New Mexico, to a family of ranchers. She spent the majority of her early childhood in the Black Hills of South Dakota before traveling throughout Mexico, Central America, the West Coast, and then back home to New Mexico. Some of Rachel’s earliest memories were made on the back of a horse. Before Rachel could walk, she rode with her parents on the front of their saddles, where she grew accustomed to the feel of a horse; to their smell and sounds. From then on, she spent more time on a horse than she did on the ground, and by the time she was five, was riding a big buckskin quarter horse named Rowdy. He taught her about trust and communication, and about the partnership between a person and a horse. Since then, there have been many horses in Rachel’s life. Right now she rides a bay thoroughbred mare she calls Emmy, with her own young son on the front of her saddle.
Annie Reynolds was born on a large ranch in the Black Hills of South Dakota, but grew up mostly in Mexico on a mare named Whisper. Like her sisters, Annie has no recollection of learning to ride. It was just what she did. She rode through the coastal jungles and mountains in Oaxaca, and across the plains of Guanajuato and Jalisco. Besides working at Red Horse, she is a student at University of New Mexico.
Luke Parker spent his early childhood in the Dakotas on the Turtle Mountain Chippewa and Sisseton-Wahpeton Sioux Reservations. Flora and fauna were explained by the various farmers, cowboys, and Indians who made up his father’s circle of friends. He remembers hiding in basements from thunder storms, the snow drifts that further dwarfed him in his four-year-old’s snow suit, and clutching astonished turtles from the pond below the cabin where his family lived for a while in a scrub oak and poplar forest. The pond churned with leaches and muskrats but the canoe did not leak and his father was very proud when they collected the turtles in order to release them. Since then, he has seen and lived in the better parts of North America, including the great rain forest called the Northwest, and now lives among horses in the high desert village of Corrales.
August Parker rode a horse for the first time on the 53rd day of his life. The big blood bay, Emmy Lou, knew after sniffing his barren and exposed little head, that he was too young to sit upright and lacked other skills in the saddle necessary for travel--and so she stepped very carefully and not too far. Since then, he has slept to low equine murmurs, the cadence of their hoof-falls, and wakes to the odor of their coats--sorrel, roan, bay, seal brown--from the window of his mother's bedroom. He is the incumbent lactation efficacy consultant and director of all matters mammary, slobbery, and insomniac at RHRC.