In 1857, an immigrant from Darmstadt, Germany settled outside St. Louis, Missouri. He came looking for better farmland as the area of Darmstadt was ill-suited for agriculture. Adolphus Weiser became the patriarch of a large family. Over the years, many of them began to migrate to the west.
One son, called Dolf, settled near Casper, Wyoming. He was the grandfather of Carl Weiser and left a fair-sized spread to him in his will.
The family had lived on the ranch for generations. Carl's son, Jerry, was the fifth-generation of Weisers. He was thirteen when the mare died.
The home place was a mid-sized cattle ranch which usually ran about eight thousand head. Of course, to work that many cows, the ranch needed a lot of horses. Even though the modern ranchers used trucks and other machines, nothing could replace a good cutting horse.
However, Mildred was not a truck, a machine, or a cutting horse. She was Jerry's pet and best friend. In the natural course of time, Mildred was impregnated by one of the stallions on the spread. All seemed well until time for the foal to be delivered. The mare went into labor and was having great difficulty. Carl knew what the mare meant to his son. He summoned the veterinarian to the ranch, but the mare died during delivery.
Jerry was devastated; but, the foal was delivered to a world without a mother. The vet showed Jerry how to feed it with a bottle of cow's milk. As amazing as it was, Mildred's baby began to thrive. He developed into a beautiful young horse with the same features and markings of his mother. Even at a very young age, one could see the bulk and large feet of a draft animal.
The boy had a new best friend. He called him Bud.