You Helped Change Nicholas’ Story
For the past 15 years, you have helped write stories of hope and healing at the ranch—and they still give me goosebumps. Nicholas was a client at Hope Reins years ago.
Hoof Prints Summer Newsletter (2025)
When 10-year-old Sarah first came to Hope Reins, she loved horses — but she couldn’t meet her mentor’s gaze. After years of loss and instability, trusting people wasn’t easy.
A New Season of Healing Has Begun
We officially kicked off sessions again this week—and what a sweet start it's been. The ranch has been buzzing with the sound of laughter, fishing lines hitting the pond,
Escape Room…with a Horse?!
This summer at camp, the kids at Hope Reins have tackled a special challenge: help a horse escape through a series of puzzle-filled rooms—symbolizing the Israelite spies escaping through
Two heroic horses still need you—deadline extended!
Thanks to generous friends like you, we’re getting closer to our $300,000 Heroes for Hope goal! But we’re not there yet. Two new mares—rescued and full of potential—still need
The Countdown Is On. Let’s Finish Strong for the Horses!
Aliciana once told me, “Hero didn’t fix me. He just saw me.” That’s the thing about a Hope Reins horse like Hero. They don’t rush. They don’t judge. They
The day silence became her safe space
Have you ever noticed how much can be said without a single word? Let me take you to a moment at Hope Reins: Aliciana steps into the arena, her
Starting strong — for the horses at Hope Reins!
Remember 15-year-old Aliciana? She’s the girl who masked her pain by hiding behind a wall of words … until she met a horse named Hero at Hope Reins. Horses
It started with a stinky fish and a steady horse.
Katherine, who was 15-year-old Aliciana’s mentor at Hope Reins, now laughs about the day a stinky fish became a turning point. “Aliciana wiped her hands on my shirt after
A horse named Hero needs you
Today, I’m inviting you to join a story where your generosity becomes the quiet hero. At Hope Reins, every horse carries a rescue story. Hero, once discarded and alone,