I never watch anyone out of sight since reading Peter Lundy.

Come to think of it, any time I see a paint horse, I'm looking for a bonnet and shield.

Stormy, Misty's Foal

I just found my copies of both Misty and Stormy. They are hard back with the dust covers still intact. They were a gift from my parents for Christmas circa 1965-ish, along with a hard back copy of The World of Pooh. All three now reside in the bookshelf in our bedroom, waiting for me to have time to read them. I adored those books. I remember checking Peter Lundy out of the library probably 20 times.

Was Peter Lundy a different title for Santo Domingo, the Medicine Hat Stallion or was it a completely different book with similar characters?

I read the Misty books, but the only one I owned was Sea Star: Orphan of Chincoteague.

I got the gift boxed Misty & Stormy Breyer models with the books. Brighty, too, I think.

I thought it was called "Peter Lundy and the Medicine Hat Stallion"... or was that the movie? Ohh Leif Garrett.

Cool. I have Brighty. I also loved Justin Morgan Had a Horse.

I was just thinking of the Justin Morgan book because one of the US teams in Combined Driving at the WEG was a team of black Morgan horses. Sadly, two of the five horses got spun on the first day so they weren't on tv at all. They were the only team of completely American horses entered. (One of the US teams were Quarter Horse/Friesian crosses.)

Isn't it interesting that Henry never wrote a book about Quarter Horses? I guess they just didn't capture her imagination.

Wikipedia says that San Dominigo: the Medicine Hat Stallion was the first title and that Peter Lundy and the Medicine Hat Stallion was a later edition's title.

Was Peter Lundy a different title for Santo Domingo, the Medicine Hat Stallion or was it a completely different book with similar characters?

Didn't it get published under both titles. I know that I was older when it came out and had to check it out from the kids section of the library, which when you are a teenager was cause for making up elaborate stories about babysitting tiny tots.

eta: context

I've been to Chincoteague and have seen Misty's stall. You may bask in my aura.

(Back in the '60s, the old person at the farm at the air of "Oh, god, more tourists, I'm so tired of traipsing out to the barn to point at that little sign.")