wild mustangs :: white
Unbridled ::
On this morning we arrived to seeing hundreds of horses far off in a valley. While watching them, debating on how to get closer, I notice a grey mare shift the direction of her nose, still grazing. Shortly following more horses shift their direction, still grazing. Then in an instant that grey mare starts her trot. We knew immediatly the run to water was on. Jumping in the truck and racing as fast as you can on a dirt, we get to the water hole before them. With second to set up, we see a cloud of dust at the top of a distant hill. One after the other they are galloping towards the water hole. It is a sight I will never loose in my mind, It is a sight I might not ever see again. Hundreds of horses galloping together to water.
