No Longer Free

Mustang Diaries Archive on December 18, 2009, 13:57

He'd stood up there on the ridge watching us intently. The others had slipped back over the knoll and out of site as we climbed up the hill towards them. But not this colt. He was keeping his eye on us. Ears flicked forward, he looked every bit the part of a young herd stallion.

Of course, it was nothing more than a training exercise for the young colt. A long yearling, we surmised. Very aware of his surroundings, but too young for it to mean much of anything.

As we reached our destination, we stood in wonder, wild horses all around us, mingling quietly