At the moment I have fallen for the Ballad of the Absent Mare, which I am trying to learn on guitar. I know it off by heart now, and Leonard writes so well about loss - whether it is animal or human, the sense of desolation is captured :
"But the river's in flood and the roads are awash,
And the bridges break up in the panic of loss".
"And the crickets are breaking his heart with their song
As the day caves in and the night is all wrong."
I read in Ira Nadel's biography that in Provence in 1970 Leonard and his Army rode on stage on their horses, Leonard on a white horse - now that must have been a memorable sight fot the lucky audience !