The stories we hear about the the West was won are all lies. The history of the West was written by the horse. Wherever a settler left his footprint there was a hoof print beside it.

Men came further & further to stake their claim on the great American wilderness. But they encountered a strength that couldn't be tamed, wild horses. Mustangs. The settlers called them parasites that would strip the land and starve their own herds.

They couldn't domesticate them so they destroyed them. Isolated and hungry, they were on their way to disappearing from the face of the earth. Sometimes when the light disappears an afterimage remains - just for a second.

Mustangs are an afterimage of the West, no better than ghosts, hardly there at all. No one really wants them, not ranchers, not city people, that's their destiny.

Lucky for us a few mustangs survived, hidden away in the mountains. We need to protect them, for they are some kind of hope for living memory of what the promise of America used to be - and could be again.

Annons

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February 2013