This horse survived being beaten and tortured by those Charro fuckers. They used him for tripping- he used to be really fast, you see. So they’d chase him at a dead run and lasso his legs to bring him crashing down. This was considered “entertainment,” but of course it has a high attrition rate because horses have rather delicate legs. He also got beat and spurred and yanked on by a clueless barrel racer and an alcoholic wannabe cowboy (not the same as a real cowboy, at all.) He’s covered in scars and has some injuries that would have maybe killed a less stubborn horse. The Charro guys never did get him to “dance” for them either. He wouldn’t play their game and when he was too broken down to be entertaining any more, they dumped him back with the dealer they got him from. Luckily for him, his pretty face saved him from a double-decker to Mexico.
Like there’s this- could be a wire cut, or something else Went through to the tendon sheath at least, maybe the tendon itself.

And then there is this- something almost tore his heal clear off. You can see the permanent crack that grows into the hoof because of the severe damage to the coronet band. The scar goes all the way across the back of his heel. I don’t know how he made it through this one to being mostly sound.

He has a back injury too. He isn’t ridden today, of course, he’s fully retired.
Oh, the place I got him from was riding “rescue” horses like this one:

Her skin had multiple tears on it and she was most certainly quite emaciated, but they had adults riding on her, and were using her in the kid’s riding camp.

This poor thing was a walking skeleton with the most fucked up legs I have ever seen on a living horse. He was boarding there and animal control was often anonymously called on him, but nothing was ever done.

Here was another horse they used in the kid’s camp for riding. Nice hernia, eh?

And this was Sol, a week after I started feeding him. I’d just paid a farrier to trim his hooves- they were so overgrown that he was getting “elf shoes,” where the hooves start to curl up. He was a lot skinnier than this photo shows.

These were his teeth, right before the dentist floated him. They’d clearly been growing for years (that’s where “long in the tooth” comes from) with no dental care, and his mouth and tongue were full of lacerations. He was soaking his hay in his water so he could get some nutrition out of it, since he couldn’t chew properly. His jaw couldn’t even move to one side.

And here is the same horse from the same side, three years later. He’s wearing a fly mask to keep the flies away from his eyeballs- it’s mesh and he can see out of it. He walks up to the house every day to have it put on, and comes back every night to have it taken off.

Sure looks like a completely different animal, doesn’t he?
He went from living in a 9 foot by 9 foot stall that was fetlock-deep full of his own waste to a 95 acre pasture with a herd of his own. He trusts people again, and I hope he is happy and that he dreams peacefully now. He really has transformed, personalitywise, too.
Oh, and those evil bastards who were neglecting the horses and using them until they died? They got evicted, finally, their horses were seized, and now they’re turning tricks on the street to pay for their meth habit. Seriously, they are now whores on the street.