It was tall and rawboned with a multicolored design that Tyler had never seen before. It reminded Tyler a great deal of a quilt that had come down to him from his grandmother, and he had started calling the horse Crazy Quilt. Rochelle and Yolande, after being informed of the origin of the title, were delighted with it, but they shortened the name of the horse to Crazy. Damien wanted to call it One Eye, for obvious reasons, but he was overruled by Yolande and Rochelle. “We make a pretty odd-looking parade, don’t we, Jolie?” Tyler asked. He and Jolie were sitting at the front of the wagon with Yolande and the baby in the back. Rochelle and Damien were walking alongside the wagon, finding it easy to keep up with Crazy’s leisurely pace. The dust was thick and the lack of rain had made it so fine that the breeze lifted it in a cloud behind them. Jolie shook her head. “The horse seems strong enough, but it certainly is a queer-looking animal.”
