Not every horsewoman spends her days in the saddle — some spend them making sure the rest of us could climb into...

Not every horsewoman spends her days in the saddle — some spend them making sure the rest of us could climb into one without falling off. Dee was that sort. Horses listened to her, riders leaned on her, and friends — an entire cavalry of them — circled her like moths to a lantern.

We’ve honored her with hoops of gold, strung with turquoise: protective, luminous, and eternal. A circle within a circle, just like the way she kept everyone — two-legged and four — safely gathered in her care. Slip them on and you carry a bit of her Irish warmth, her steady presence, and her enviable knack for making even the dustiest barn aisle feel like home.