After the round-up I would release Misty and saddle up my Arab for a ride. Well the look I would get from Misty - Traitor! She would take off bucking and twisting in the air and I would not see her until later in the morning. She was wild born - you cant take that away ever.
One morning I got to the gate. No Misty. I knew something was up. I saddled up the Arab. My partner came with me on his horse and we bolted up the hill to where the horses were, where the best grass was best. We saw her. Lying on the ground. A few of the horses were nudging her and sniffing her. She was dead. Snake bite. It must have been a quick snake! I was devastated. My partner sent me home and dragged her body down behind the F100. I couldn't watch. He then burnt her. I cried for three days.