Lily was a solemn little girl with wild black braids, and I used to love watching her with her beloved horse, Angus, a bay Quarter Horse. Lily adored history classes at school, and her favorite activity was acting out her recent lessons.
Angus would obediently jog in a slow circle while Lily pretended that they were the Pony Express delivering mail in hostile territories. Sometimes Lily and Angus were a mounted army general riding along battle lines to boost the morale of weary troops, or a doctor and his trusty steed delivering medicine to fight dysentery in the camps.