Love is grand, and passion plays out in humans and horses alike.  

Whether the tavern was highbrow or lowbrow, we'll never know.

What exactly was she up to?

There was no beating around the bush: boxwood was the favorite.

It wasn't a fluke that Jon Parkinson came upon an infrequently-found fish at the Katama boat landing.

Nancy Weaver's red-stained knees were the giveaway that she was in the know.