That horse looks so much like very first horse, Rebel, bought for me by my parents in 1969 and buried in my pasture in 1990. All the markings and conformation and color. When I first saw it, it made me take a breath - Rebel was my best friend and he came all the way from Missouri to NH to be with me. He was bomb proof and we did everything together in NH - 4-H, shows, trails, fox hunting, everything. I loved him as only an 11-year-old girl can love her first horse. This picture honestly brought a tear to my eye. It is amazingly beautiful.