You're right. That's clearly a bay, not even a bright bay.
What's with that right fore hoof, though?
This one's good:
My horse will jump like that off irregular ground, without planting the feet square.
Forrest was a genius, though as my grandmother would say, "Someone you could not possibly invite to dinner."
As far as a hodgepoge of humanity or melting pot, the people that rode with Forest came from every creed and race there was.
You did not want to be Forest's horse if you were a horse and wanted to live to a ripe old age. He had many a horse shot from under him.