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Date Posted: 04:46:49 05/13/02 Mon
Author: Purujit
Subject: Conquerer Of Many

The steed thunders o'er the terra. Flints kicking dust up everywhere. Emerging from the dust you see what appears to be a five year old mustang stallion

Purujit

Thats me there in that picture and this is my story. It is the story of my life and my herd. The story that I want to tell you cannot be found in a book. They say the history of the West was written from the saddle of a horse, but it's never been told from the heart of one. Not until now. I was born here, in this place that would come to be called the 'Old West', but to my kind, the land was ageless. It had no beginning and no end, no boundary between earth and sky. Like the wind in the buffalo grass, we belonged here. We would always belong here. They say the mustang is the 'Spirit of the West'. Whether that West was won or lost in the end, you'll have to decide for yourself, 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 wind calling my name in a time when we ran free. I'll never forget the sound and the feeling of running together. The hoofbeats were many, but our hearts beat as one.

I was a baby. Once a long time ago. But now I have grown. Untamed. Unbroken. Wild as the Land, with a spirit to thrive within. I am the one that leads the best...the one that dies amongst the rest. I am no special one, but please treat me all the same, because all that are of the wild mustangs...are of liberation.

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