Albrecht Dürer carved this woodcut in 1498, representing the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse: War, Famine, Pestilence and Death. (Sadly, Dürer did not depict our youthful wards and Horseman wannabes, Tennis and Johnny Cinderblock.)
There's nothing like working together running the horseback riding program of a wilderness camp to mold young men into close friends. The work never really ends; it's backbreaking and frequently filthy; the pay is minimal (but we knew that coming in); the horses don't offer thanks, and the campers only slightly more often. Finally, after a long, hard day at the barn, the extra responsibilities of line activities and cabin coverage can really take it out of one's sunburnt hide. (If you have no idea what those phrases mean, well, we certainly do.)
But the rewards more than make up for the duties and the responsibilities. It was my privilege to work with three excellent men, with whom I maintain a close friendship to this day. I'm War; my colleagues know who they are. (I must confess that both Death and I preferred to ride our favorite dark horses whenever possible - a gelding for me, a mare for him - and Pestilence preferred an Appaloosa.)
For the story on the original Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the reader is advised to consult the Revelation to John, chapter 6, verses 1 through 8.