Saturday, June 11, 2011

No Reins

The story of the west most people say is written by the saddle of the horse, but what would men know about something that they tamed. The wild west. It's not a story written for men or by men, but rather by a voice that most modern day cowboys and ranchers take for granted. Wild horses, mustangs. Those that can't be tamed, that through the miles they have traveled, the sunsets they watched and sunrises that ended really know the spirit of the west. Wild horses no nothing of limits, unlike their ancestors that were broken, these horses that walk without the companionship of a boot beside it know that the west was never won, that the west remains untamed as long as their spirit can't be broken. Wild horses. Run.

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