Not long after that, we went to the McGregor Ranch. He took us out to the pasture where there were literally hundreds of goats roaming around, and told us to pick a couple. We decided on a black nanny goat and a chocolate brown billy goat. A couple of Carter's hands caught them and loaded them into the back of the pickup and the deal was done. They were put in our horse trailer and we were taken on a tour of the ranch house.
It was amazing. But the thing that really captivated me was a painting of the great Thoroughbred, Native Dancer. When I asked Carter about it, he said he had something to show me. We went out to the barn and he took me to a stall where a beautiful white horse was munching hay. "That's Dancing Dervish", he said, "Native Dancer is his dad" I was in awe, I got goosebumps, and I actually petted him. I petted a son of Native Dancer. When we went back to the house, Beth McGregor and Jim talked about art and paintings, but Carter and I talked about horses.
Many years later, around 2007, I went to the local eye doctor in Aberdeen, Washington and for some reason, we started talking about horses. He told me had a couple of racehorses and asked if I ever went to Emerald Downs, the track about 60 miles away. I said that yes, I had gone many times. Then I told him about the beautiful white race horse I had met so many years ago, Dancing Dervish. He stared at me and said "Could you repeat that?" I told him again that many years ago in Texas, I had met a beautiful white racehorse, a son of Native Dancer, named Dancing Dervish. He shook his head and said, "It always amazes me what a small world it is. I have a horse who is the grandson of Dancing Dervish".