Kamwulfe Publishing
Synopsis For -- Improbable Compromise
This compelling story introduces (Taylor Mowen), a once
powerful senior vice president of one of the countries
leading multi-national medical equipment manufacturing
companies, who with his beloved wife and partner
(Catherine Mowen) returns to their childhood home and
begins a new life. Together they convert the old family
farm of 1837 acres into a special place, a place not only
for rescued and unwanted horses, but humans who just
got lost along the way. When (Catherine Mowen)
succumbs to cancer at an early age, Taylor’s heart is torn
apart. As his spirit grows darker he becomes content
spending his remaining years preserving her memory and
caring for his horses until his time has ended. Then one
morning a young child (Connie St Cloud) walks into his
barn and asks for an opportunity to learn the ways of the
horse whisper. As time passes, a deeply personal
friendship develops between these two compassionate
humans who share a love and admiration for horses and
the less fortunate souls in life. With the passage of time,
Connie becomes far more than what she initially appears,
as the complexities of a once young mans’ life finally
emerge. Then when a twenty-two year old mare (Lady
Ashley) comes to the farm everything changes. This
perfect and adorable mare was neglected and abused by
her owners and left to the whims of Mother Nature until a
young outlaw woman (Caroline Cole) took the law into her
hands on a cold and stormy winter night in March. On
that night, the old horse was rescued from her prison and
a fate worse than death and began a new journey to a
place just the other side of heaven. Camelot Farms &
Sanctuary is more than a place for old and unwanted
horses, it is a place where children of a lesser fate come
and stand in the presence of these magnificent creatures.
One morning, as if sent from above, a tattered young
child (Susan Anderson) walked five miles to Camelot in
search of work and only an opportunity to learn. She was
a child who lived in silence, a child who desperately
wanted to prove herself, and a child who wanted to work
with horses and earn their respect and trust. That
morning another child walked into the old heart of Taylor
Mowen and took her place as part of his family -- his herd
of humans and horses. As time itself runs out for Taylor
Mowen, the past is finally reveled and hearts are set in
motion as he begins a journey that no one could have
predicted when this odyssey first began nearly twelve
years ago. With the passing of Connie St Cloud’s mother,
(Rachel St Cloud), old letters appear and provide what
everyone prayed for in the beginning. This heart warming
story takes place in the rolling hills of western Kentucky
and Camelot Farms & Sanctuary is more than a place
where the unwanted from both species come to live out
their remaining years in dignity and respect. It is a place
as close to heaven as possible while remaining on this
earth, because it is the bridge to the next place, the final
place.
This compelling story introduces (Taylor Mowen), a once
powerful senior vice president of one of the countries
leading multi-national medical equipment manufacturing
companies, who with his beloved wife and partner
(Catherine Mowen) returns to their childhood home and
begins a new life. Together they convert the old family
farm of 1837 acres into a special place, a place not only
for rescued and unwanted horses, but humans who just
got lost along the way. When (Catherine Mowen)
succumbs to cancer at an early age, Taylor’s heart is torn
apart. As his spirit grows darker he becomes content
spending his remaining years preserving her memory and
caring for his horses until his time has ended. Then one
morning a young child (Connie St Cloud) walks into his
barn and asks for an opportunity to learn the ways of the
horse whisper. As time passes, a deeply personal
friendship develops between these two compassionate
humans who share a love and admiration for horses and
the less fortunate souls in life. With the passage of time,
Connie becomes far more than what she initially appears,
as the complexities of a once young mans’ life finally
emerge. Then when a twenty-two year old mare (Lady
Ashley) comes to the farm everything changes. This
perfect and adorable mare was neglected and abused by
her owners and left to the whims of Mother Nature until a
young outlaw woman (Caroline Cole) took the law into her
hands on a cold and stormy winter night in March. On
that night, the old horse was rescued from her prison and
a fate worse than death and began a new journey to a
place just the other side of heaven. Camelot Farms &
Sanctuary is more than a place for old and unwanted
horses, it is a place where children of a lesser fate come
and stand in the presence of these magnificent creatures.
One morning, as if sent from above, a tattered young
child (Susan Anderson) walked five miles to Camelot in
search of work and only an opportunity to learn. She was
a child who lived in silence, a child who desperately
wanted to prove herself, and a child who wanted to work
with horses and earn their respect and trust. That
morning another child walked into the old heart of Taylor
Mowen and took her place as part of his family -- his herd
of humans and horses. As time itself runs out for Taylor
Mowen, the past is finally reveled and hearts are set in
motion as he begins a journey that no one could have
predicted when this odyssey first began nearly twelve
years ago. With the passing of Connie St Cloud’s mother,
(Rachel St Cloud), old letters appear and provide what
everyone prayed for in the beginning. This heart warming
story takes place in the rolling hills of western Kentucky
and Camelot Farms & Sanctuary is more than a place
where the unwanted from both species come to live out
their remaining years in dignity and respect. It is a place
as close to heaven as possible while remaining on this
earth, because it is the bridge to the next place, the final
place.
Early Morning In this world of lost and found it is rare when two individuals find a second chance at life. And on that rare occasion it becomes one last opportunity to make up for the many wrongs and correct those decisions that altered a once pure heart and set them on a far different course. Profound words he thought, words indeed for and from a man who has experienced so much and yet now is left with only memories and faded dreams of his once perfect life. So with a smile and a series of movements, he begins another new day on a piece of land designed for the unwanted. As the sun began its daily assent in the eastern sky, the early April winds rustle through the many oak trees that define the boundaries of the eighteen hundred and thirty seven acres now know as The Camelot Farm & Sanctuary. Was it a message from above or merely the result of the ambient change in pressure consistent with the ebb and flow of seasonal transitions in nature in this part of the old south? Or was it a sign of what was to come, an omen of change. Nonetheless, today marks a cycle of change and the beginning of the long awaited healing process for two old and tired souls, of which, both have so much in common and yet never knew the other existed before today. My days are now a little slower, but no less shorter. The only difference so far is that today promises to become far longer than yesterday. My movements are with caution and concern, no longer spontaneous and natural. It takes my old bones a little extra time to come alive these days and I have trouble from time to time bending over and tying my shoes in the morning. Although I still perform my duties with pleasure and purpose, however, these last few years I find my existence far less colorful since I have lost some of the natural bounce in my stride. But, for the first time since I lost the only true love of my life I now have absolute purpose. With concern I tell myself daily, I have one last mission I must complete before joining my beloved Catherine in a far away place reserved for kind souls and once bright spirits. So with conviction and limited amount of courage, every morning without fail I walk to the kitchen to prepare a cup of coffee or herbal green tea. Standing at the window, I see some of my horses waiting for my arrival with another carefully prepared breakfast of natural oats, fresh apples and home grown carrots straight from the many organic gardens at the farm which signals the beginning of another day. We are a happy family I do so believe. I no longer suffer from false promises and half-baked illusions of the brand of happiness sold in movies or on television or God forbid the Internet dating services. I no longer seek what is offered as the result of direct response to trendy thoughts derived from those with to much time on their hands and “their” sense of “the right thing to do” mandate. Rather, I have accepted the life I now live and welcome each new day with the excitement of a child. Because, I now know for the first time in five years I have some one who cares for me for who I am and not for what I have become or failed to achieve along my path of life. No, I have everything a man could possibly want and for that I consider myself the luckiest person in the world this morning as I await my call from above. Although I must admit I do enjoy a rich cup of coffee brewed in the old world tradition through a French Press coffee maker. I fantasy myself a coffee lover. And on most mornings I am proud of the fact that I can taste the difference between a good cup of selected beans from the usual run of the mill so called blended coffee per ground and packaged for quick response. And this morning as my coffee steeps, I gather my thoughts and prepare my senses for the days standard chores. After a few minutes of reflecting on all those I have cared for and loved with all my heart during my time on this planet, I once again stand and begin moving towards the door with coffee in hand. Somewhat carefully I make my way out the newly installed set of double French doors on to the back porch. Then slowly I move down the stairs and take the short walk to the main barn that is barn number 127. Why it is called #127, I can not really say, it just sounded like a good idea at the time when we were building it and so the name 127 has stuck over the years. Barn 127 is regarded as the main barn at the farm and is the permanent home of my ten favorite horses referred to as “the old guard” horses. It is also home to all the horses that have been with me for over a year now. Those horses who have made the adjustment to a new life. A life filled with luxuries, void of harsh voices and rough treatment at the hands of cold-hearted humans not fit to live on this earth let alone own a horse or any other animal most humans call their friends. It is the one barn that represents the heart and soul of the Sanctuary. A place we call Camelot and it is the show place for those who come to lend a hand from time to time and touch the face of God’s chosen creatures. Upon arrival at the front door of the barn I can usually hear the horses making their way into their assigned stalls. As the doors swing open each morning, I am greeted with nickering and prancing from all the geldings and some of the more animated mares – my special girls as I refer to them these days. Now breakfast is a special treat for them, consisting of triple cleaned racehorse oats grown on the farm and cleaned the old faction way that is with pride and purpose and not with speed and profit. Then we add a few chopped carrots, usually thirty pieces to be exact and they too are grown and collected from the many organic gardens on the farm. And finally, each breakfast is topped off with a few small slices of apples also produced and collected from the many standing orchards that carefully line the boundaries in the far western sector of the farm. I am always amazed how quickly a new rescued horse adjusts to its breakfast and consistent feeding schedule. Although in the beginning many of them didn’t know what an apple or a few cut up carrots were, but as time passed they learn very quickly. And it didn’t take long for them to realize a good meal is always offered in the morning and at night and of course lets not forget, after bedtime a late night snack is added just prior to saying good night and turning out the lights for the evening. The time is now 05:15am. The sun is just about ready to emerge from the horizon thus signaling a new day on the farm. The birds gather around and begin their daily ritual as well, darting in and out searching for food and stopping to admire the view as they too welcome a new day. Then as if on queue, I hear an old pickup truck approaching the farm from the south. And of course, I stop and watch as it makes the turn into the driveway. As it begins it’s accent up the long and winding drive, I begin to smile and then eventually it stops near the western side of the main barn number 127. Out steps a young child, a little girl of fifteen and one-half years old, thank you please, with a long and shinning blonde pony tail sticking out the back of her old University of Kentucky ball cap. She is a sight for these old eyes of mine. And as she approaches she says, “Why didn’t you wait for me Taylor?” I usually smile at her and answer with a grin with something terse and snappy such as: “I didn’t know if you would make it today their missy.” She grins and then gives me a big hug and we turn and head off to begin the day. Her name is Connie St Cloud. She lives down the road not to far as the crow flies. However, if you were looking for her house you would cross Chapman’s Creek then go past three farms or four miles down the road then on the south side of old Anderson Street, that seems to always be over looked when it comes to county maintenance, you’ll see her mothers farm. I guess it is best though, because if the street ever was paved and maintained, I am sure it would turn into another “Talladega West” with young boys feeling the need to hone their skills at becoming the next Dale Earnhardt Senior that is please. So we are pleased it remains an old country road with only a loose gravel base, for it serves its purpose as a place where we can take long horseback rides without fear of being hit by a car or having to listen to that noise the young kids call music these days. I would say off hand that is a telling sign of old age and I am sure for when the music is too loud you must be too old. Nevertheless, a late night ride on horse back through the Kentucky countryside is relaxing especially when the moon is bright and the stars are in full view. And some evenings we even call upon our neighbors and join them in on a bit of old southern social spirits -- straight from the stills. Connie St Cloud is a unique child. She is tall for her age and very blonde and that in it self will present a series of problems and benefits for her when it comes to the young men who seek her attention. She is bright and full of energy and has a great sense of humor, but mostly she carries a bright and true spirit with only flashes of despair and heartache. For you see, her father walked away from them shortly after she was born and never returned. Some said her parents were far to young to begin a family and others said he was not ready for the responsibility of fatherhood. While the rest of us said, he should have thought of that before he sampled the fruits of love and the joys of womanhood. Amazingly though, Connie’s spirit has remained in tact and in the face of overwhelming odds she somehow remains positive. I often wonder how she does it all, never letting her situation dampen her spirit or her love for life and animals. Interestingly enough, it only served to strengthen her resolve and put her on a good path. A path filled with mild heartaches and dangerous roadblocks due to her physical condition and the stupidity of society who label the majority with cruel words while carefully concealing their disdain for the politically accepted banter that makes network television a time to throw up when viewed excessively and not under the influence. And yet, southern nights are full of amazing ideas and some nights if the winds are just perfect life becomes a fairy tale come true. So let us begin, long ago and far away in a little town six hours due north just outside of Cleveland, Ohio their lived a young horse. She was imprisoned on a run down farm far off the beaten path. She was a princess by nature, a horse of perfect quality by breeding and carried the finest linage. But this young mare suffered from a dark and nearly broken spirit. She was big for a girl. Large by physical standards and she had the sweetest disposition of any horse I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, but she came from a terrible situation. She stood just over sixteen hands plus one. Her coat was now perfectly groomed and it sparkled in the morning light. To look at her in her youth would simply take your breath away. Her mane was brushed daily and was longer than expected. And her tail, it was rich and bushy and a collection of various colors that dotted its texture and presented a brilliant contrast to her flashy copper coat. She was the queen of the farm, the number one mare at the sanctuary and she knew it and she was pleased to carry the title. Yet she was charming, if there is such a thing for a horse. She was the perfect horse by all accounts and captured all the hearts of those that that stood in her presence. Her days were spent walking in the lush pastures that surrounded and clearly defined the core existence of the Sanctuary know as Camelot Farms. For every pasture was section and labeled for absolute purpose. She was a good horse and she was every ones favorite at the farm. And more importantly, she was the pride and joy of her now old friend, the one man who took care of her for the last twenty-three years of her life. She first came to the farm by accident, by fates right hand or maybe it was just pure luck. She was a rescued horse, rescued from such a hellhole to terrible to mention. And ever since she stepped out of the trailer, she has called this farm and all the humans that take care of her, her very own. It is a good home. A home where she has everything she could possibly ever want, need or desire. But more importantly, it is a home where special people take care of her and all the horses that were rescued from terrible situations and horrible lives with the human beasts. She was lucky in one most important aspect, for you see she found unconditional love just when she needed it more than ever. Her home is located in a little town in the western foothills of Kentucky not far from the plush farms that produced some of the finest thoroughbred racehorses in the country. And in this little town is where we find an amazing story of compassion and dedication to another soul, a soul far less fortunate than others. This one time beauty is older now and with confidence we can say she is in the final phase of her life. But she is happy, because she will soon travel a great distance and once again become reunited with the only true love she ever knew, her old friend and the woman that rescued her from a fate worse than death so many years ago. Taylor Mowen was a man of many talents and various backgrounds that to this day remain hidden from those who knew him the best. But those aspects that clearly defined him also served to satisfy the soul, and as many men of his era he specialized in the voice and diction vocation and was by all accounts a leader in his chosen field of endeavors. Then one day his world fell apart and those series of events set him on a new path filled with compassion and dedication to others less fortunate. His beloved wife for nearly forty years was diagnosed with cancer. It was a rare form that had no solution and no timetable. As with many terminal patients the medical profession simply gave up on her as her medical insurance reached the end. Catherine Mowen faced the same solution – go home and die. Lovely Catherine had a way with all animals, but especially with horses. She was born of this talent and all that knew her were simply amazed with how she could reach so deeply inside a creature’s heart and find the source of its pain or its strength. She spent her entire life with her horses and she and Taylor talked of opening a small but modest sanctuary for old and unwanted creatures that came from such pain and misery at the hands of humans. But as fate would have it, Catherine’s prayers remained unanswered until her death. Needless to say, the two of them did share an extra eighteen months working together on the farm before she was called to heaven. I believe that was the hardest day of my old friends life, the day we had to lay his beloved Catherine to rest. She like so many women was her husbands rock, his reason for living and she was the foundation for which his life and spirit was positioned. She kept him going in times of hardship and despair. She was his sounding board when the politics of earning a living became so demanding and invasive. And she was the one he came home to every night and as he held her closely, all was forgotten. At the close of every day she was the one he told, “You my dear Catherine make me complete.” Catherine and Taylor Mowen had what we all search for, that one element we humans need more than life itself -- a perfect love and an uncompromising companionship from another. And on that late fall evening the better half of his old heart was ripped out and what was left was a half empty soul that eventually grew darker as his spirit was set adrift. That night his world came to an end and there was not much to live for until he found one last letter from his departed Catherine one evening. Taylor was operating on automatic pilot since her passing. His senses were non-existent and his hopes and dreams were no more. His daily routine had some what changed and his desire to continue had just about run out. Then as if a message was sent from above he came across a letter she had written shortly before she passed away. He noticed it sitting against an old picture of him and his now departed collie dogs. They were two creatures he so dearly loved and cherished for nearly twelve years. He stood still, then reached over and touched the photographs and noticed an envelope resting just behind the pictures. Catherine knew he would always touch the picture every night before he went to bed and on some nights he would pick it up and hold it near to his heart as a tear gently ran down his old and tired face. So this was the perfect place to put her final letter, her last message to her faithful and honest husband. As he reached out to pick up the envelope he stood quietly. With the letter firmly in his tired hands he gazed at the writing, instantly he realized it was from Catherine. He could recognize her penmanship anywhere for it was so perfect, so calculated and so honest. As he looked deeply at this letter his thoughts raced and then he realized this must be a final note from her, a final goodbye. It was her one last opportunity to speak with her husband and hold him dearly if only for a few moments before she had to return. He took the letter and placed it into his top pocket then turned and went to the kitchen to prepare a cup of coffee as he did so many times when Catherine was alive. With his cup in hand he made his way out the back doors and down the steps where he found him self in the barn -- alone. This was their special place over the years, a place he knew he could always find Catherine no matter the time of day. She unlike so many beautiful women, was more comfortable in the barn with her horses then rubbing elbows with the self ordained social elite of the community. It was Lady Catherine’ way and where her only true love in life lived after Taylor Mowen -- her horses. Now firmly sitting on a bail of straw, he placed his coffee on the corner of the stall and slowly opened the scented letter. His eyes filled with tears as memories captured his emotions. He was over whelmed with the scent of her perfume as he began his journey back in time it was as if Catherine was in the barn speaking to him in her soft voice and for the next few minutes she was alive again. My Dearest Taylor:
horses, I want to thank you for a wonderful life. I am now in a far better place for my long journey is finally complete and I am at peace. All my pain is gone. All my problems are solved. My spirit is again bright and filled with the hope for a better tomorrow as it was the day I met you so long ago. For those days I neglected to tell you how happy you made me for all these years, I am sorry. I could not have asked nor dreamed of a better life than you gave me. I could not have achieved what I did without you standing next to me, keeping my dreams alive and my spirit bright with the hopes of another tomorrow in your arms. Your encouraging ways always up-lifted my spirit, your strong character permitted me to rest when I became weak and your affection and compassion were the foundation and inner strength which carried me through those final days on earth. If I regret anything, it is that we did not have a child to share our lives and pass on our knowledge and experiences, but then we had so many wonderful horses we called our family. You are alone now and for that my heart is sad as I sit and cry with the angels. Tonight my spirit is weaker, but I know you will turn to the old guard horses for comfort and you will carry on with the work we started before I became ill. I watched you in their presence and I was comforted by how they responded to your touch and your whisper. Lady Ashley more so than the rest needs you now more than ever and she of all the horses has earned the right to stand beside you and call you - her new love. As for me, I will wait for you until it is your time to join me again in this beautiful place called heaven. But please do not rush your time my dear Taylor, for your work is far from finished on earth. When it is your time, I will stand by the gates of heaven and look for you. And as you approach, and until that day, I want you to know I carry your spirit deep inside me and I now live within those memories, and that is what makes me finally at peace. So tonight as you sit and read this letter please understand I am finally in a far better place than I was yesterday. My pain is no more and I am with my mother and father and all my wonderful horses and dogs I loved so deeply when I was a child. My dear Taylor, I am now nearly complete as I wait for you to join me once again. Remember, everyday when you awake I will be there with you and every moment you are with the horses my spirit is close to you and when you finally rest for the evening my love will hold you until you come back to me once and forever. All My Love, Catherine A late season northwestern cool breeze began to work its way through the southern pasture and into the barn area. At that precise moment all his questions were answered, his thoughts gathered, his resolve strengthened and his understanding was clear. He now understood what must be finished before he can finally rest. Since Catherine’s death he has been lost, void of true purpose and absent of his only supporting true north. His life was in short, void of any meaningful purpose or cause; his emotions were absent and disconnected from his once bright spirit. Today he found his dutiful compass and rediscovered his true course that will began his final journey that ultimately will lead him back to his beloved Catherine. From this day forward he knew in his heart that everything was going to be all right, because his angel, Lady Catherine, was watching over him and patiently waiting until he finished his work on earth before joining her in heaven. Tonight Taylor Mowen was finally at peace with his soul, but his work on earth was just beginning for his mission was now clear and with purpose. |
Improbable Compromise: Inside The
Book Cover
An old horse is rescued from a life of abuse and enters a world
just outside of heaven.
An old man speaks of his undying love as he stands next to her
brushing her coat.
A young child living in silence struggles for acceptance and is in
need of a friend.
A young woman understands what uncomplicated love is when
she reaches out to another,
And a young man’s love knows no boundaries for a woman with
such a bright spirit and a pure heart for those who can not speak
for themselves.
Improbable Compromise is an emotional journey about a second
change at life and how so many humans opened their hearts to
this creature, an animal no one wanted anymore, but in
particular, it is how one man answered destiny’s call and was
given another chance to find peace on this earth after loosing
his beloved wife to cancer.
Set in the rolling hills of Western Kentucky in 1968, Improbable
Compromise begins with Taylor Mowen ending his career to
return to his childhood home. Taylor, fifty two, and his wife
Catherine are converting their six hundred and thirty seven acre
farm into a sanctuary for old and unwanted horses, one last
chance for them to full fill a dream before she is called away.
He now carries only memories of a life that never was and the
hopes of life that will see him to the end of his time. Unwilling
to forget her and yet, finding peace in knowing he will never
love another with such conviction and resolve. Taylor is content
to carry her memories and tend to his horses until Connie St
Cloud walked into his farm one morning and asked if she might
have a word with him.
Ashley is a twenty-two year old Missouri fox-trotter who is now
blind in one eye and her once stunning looks have all but faded
into days long since past. Connie St Cloud, a ten year-old child,
is struggling to find her way in a world full of confusion and
very few opportunities for women of beauty, morals and a bright
spirit. One morning she walked into Taylor Mowen’ life and
gave him a reason to live again as he became her beacon of
hope and the foundation of trust. As their friendship unfolds an
emerging respect begins to blossom when, Taylor is presented
with a decision. The inter-cultural differences, the complexities
of life at the farm and his undying love for this child present a
far different challenge for a man who buried his emotions a long
time ago.
Much as a complex genetic problem, there are numerous
solutions that begin to unfold, the ability to understand what a
horse is feeling by only touching her face and a unforgettable
story of a father & daughters relationship are but a few of the
stories that blossoms out of compassion. When Connie leaves
for college, a horse and an old man struggle to accept the
loneliness left in his soul, the pain is unbearable until they
befriends another young child, a child who lives in silence, a
child who becomes their hope for a better tomorrow and they
becomes her only beacon of light in a hard and often-cruel
world built on perception and intolerance.
The result is a loving family was formed between horses and
humans based on respect, the need to touch another’s soul, and
many tender and emotional moments centered around their work
at The Camelot Farm & Sanctuary and how three humans
finally understood what these big creatures new from the
beginning – there is nothing so powerful as compassion and
honesty and often nothing so strange.
Improbable Compromise is a rare breed of courage, a break
through in non-traditional thinking by those for which life is yet
another business decision, for it over comes traditional views
and clearly defines gender differences and lays the foundation
for acceptance and the final years of the life of Taylor Mowen,
a life now filled with the love and devotion of three women he
affectionately calls - his family. What a wonderful world this is
when all your dreams come true.
I seek representation from someone with passion and substance,
of courage and tenacity and a bright spirit who understand pain
and discrimination. I am a mere novice – void of accepted
protocol as dictated by this complex and all to unforgiving
industry. Most everyday I stumble and fall down, but at night
someone who loves me for who I am and not for what I have
become or failed to achieve renews my spirit and touches my
soul. And, every morning I get up and try again for I must
because I do it all for her.
Book Cover
An old horse is rescued from a life of abuse and enters a world
just outside of heaven.
An old man speaks of his undying love as he stands next to her
brushing her coat.
A young child living in silence struggles for acceptance and is in
need of a friend.
A young woman understands what uncomplicated love is when
she reaches out to another,
And a young man’s love knows no boundaries for a woman with
such a bright spirit and a pure heart for those who can not speak
for themselves.
Improbable Compromise is an emotional journey about a second
change at life and how so many humans opened their hearts to
this creature, an animal no one wanted anymore, but in
particular, it is how one man answered destiny’s call and was
given another chance to find peace on this earth after loosing
his beloved wife to cancer.
Set in the rolling hills of Western Kentucky in 1968, Improbable
Compromise begins with Taylor Mowen ending his career to
return to his childhood home. Taylor, fifty two, and his wife
Catherine are converting their six hundred and thirty seven acre
farm into a sanctuary for old and unwanted horses, one last
chance for them to full fill a dream before she is called away.
He now carries only memories of a life that never was and the
hopes of life that will see him to the end of his time. Unwilling
to forget her and yet, finding peace in knowing he will never
love another with such conviction and resolve. Taylor is content
to carry her memories and tend to his horses until Connie St
Cloud walked into his farm one morning and asked if she might
have a word with him.
Ashley is a twenty-two year old Missouri fox-trotter who is now
blind in one eye and her once stunning looks have all but faded
into days long since past. Connie St Cloud, a ten year-old child,
is struggling to find her way in a world full of confusion and
very few opportunities for women of beauty, morals and a bright
spirit. One morning she walked into Taylor Mowen’ life and
gave him a reason to live again as he became her beacon of
hope and the foundation of trust. As their friendship unfolds an
emerging respect begins to blossom when, Taylor is presented
with a decision. The inter-cultural differences, the complexities
of life at the farm and his undying love for this child present a
far different challenge for a man who buried his emotions a long
time ago.
Much as a complex genetic problem, there are numerous
solutions that begin to unfold, the ability to understand what a
horse is feeling by only touching her face and a unforgettable
story of a father & daughters relationship are but a few of the
stories that blossoms out of compassion. When Connie leaves
for college, a horse and an old man struggle to accept the
loneliness left in his soul, the pain is unbearable until they
befriends another young child, a child who lives in silence, a
child who becomes their hope for a better tomorrow and they
becomes her only beacon of light in a hard and often-cruel
world built on perception and intolerance.
The result is a loving family was formed between horses and
humans based on respect, the need to touch another’s soul, and
many tender and emotional moments centered around their work
at The Camelot Farm & Sanctuary and how three humans
finally understood what these big creatures new from the
beginning – there is nothing so powerful as compassion and
honesty and often nothing so strange.
Improbable Compromise is a rare breed of courage, a break
through in non-traditional thinking by those for which life is yet
another business decision, for it over comes traditional views
and clearly defines gender differences and lays the foundation
for acceptance and the final years of the life of Taylor Mowen,
a life now filled with the love and devotion of three women he
affectionately calls - his family. What a wonderful world this is
when all your dreams come true.
I seek representation from someone with passion and substance,
of courage and tenacity and a bright spirit who understand pain
and discrimination. I am a mere novice – void of accepted
protocol as dictated by this complex and all to unforgiving
industry. Most everyday I stumble and fall down, but at night
someone who loves me for who I am and not for what I have
become or failed to achieve renews my spirit and touches my
soul. And, every morning I get up and try again for I must
because I do it all for her.
Improbable Compromise
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"Snow - Roll"
...He is the full brother to the Famous
"Loki", the standing Gilding at Kamwulfe
who captures the young girls hearts and set
them in motion when they stand beside him"
"Loki", the standing Gilding at Kamwulfe
who captures the young girls hearts and set
them in motion when they stand beside him"
