Wild Mustangs

We heard their hooves twenty minutes before they appeared stallions and mares rounding the corner of the world at break leg speed blur of red, black and gray wild mustangs, free to roam the plains Wyoming’s finest specimens, some sixteen hands high giant powerful wildebeests disappeared as rapidly as they appeared. will never forget those strained necks or those drumming hoof beat eterea flash sight not seen by me in the next fifty-one years. Sometimes I hear those hoofbeats in my dream, my heart leaping.