Note the Austrian flag on the rider: Konnen sie, "Lipizzaner" sagen?
(Sorry, my keyboard doesn't support the "umlaut.")
He started out breaking mustangs when they’d round them up in the early 1900s and ship them to St. Louis. He’d go down to Missouri Stables and hang on until the poor creatures gave up or threw him in the creek. I know where he is now he’s with his mare, “Gypsy”. She was the one little filly (before my mother came into his life) who tamed his wild heart.