What is it like to wake to the view of 100 horses breathing in the rising sunlight - the cackle of wild turkeys and white peacocks interwoven with the occasional whinny and neighing of the citizens of the Black Hills Wild Horse Sanctuary...Aragon, Veedawoo, Silhouette and Galicio, my 4 spanish mustangs had travelled the 280 miles from Redfeather to Hot Springs to reconnect with part of their history...
Aragon's sire Texas Pony Syndicate had lived and died on the sanctuary and now we were able to see his half brother high on the Wild Side into Hell's canyon with his small but very picturesque and elusive band of mares and foals...I rode among wild horses...To run with the Wild horses, to be carried away...in thought and imagination....
then the overall, the walk to the paddocks, the grullas, duns and roans...my charges for this autumn season: Arrow (5 year old sorraia) from Caballos De Destino, Cognac (2 year old grulla) Don Juan offspring born here, Mr. One Blue Eye, so very Paso Fino sabino paint (2years) from Roger Thorp, Esperanza, little 2 year old gaited Sulphur Springs BLM mustang from Utah, Desertsand (yearling) just brought down from the mountain possibly a syndicate grandson and...they mill around the big round bales and their forelocks display an illustrious assembly of weedseedlings...Water in the tanks and some extra flakes for the coralled horses and I am back through the sticky weeds to the airstream to have the morning cappucino...it is just 5am...
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