History, Page 14 When I later transferred that equine passion into one for old wooden sailboats, I still had horses galloping around in my heart. And my heart nearly stopped when, while planning the sailing trip to Abaco, I read those two short sentences. The only positive information I got was from the editor of the guide who said she knew they were there, and from Gary Larson of the Bahamas National Trust who said "Yes, they are there." I headed for Green Turtle Cay which lies about two miles north of the area where I hoped the horses would be. Day after day I poked around the town of New Plymouth pestering everyone about the horses. A week went by with no clues, yet it was too soon to think about quitting. It seemed odd, though. I was used to instantaneous communication. There was the big island, just two miles away, and no one knew anything about its wild inhabitants.

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