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The that I want to tell you be found in a book.They say the of the was from the saddle of a , but it’s never been told from the heart of one…not till now.
I here, in this place that would come to be called the Old West but to my kind, the land was . It had no beginning and no end-no boundary between earth and .
Like the wind in the buffalo grass we belonged here.We would always belong here.
They say the mustang is the of the West.Whether that West was or in the end, You’ll have to decide for but the story I want to tell you is true. I was there and I remember.I remember the sun and the sky and the calling my name in a time when wild horses ran free.