He had fought against numerous other males for the right. He had run hundreds of miles across wide-open plains together with her. They grazed together, walked together, raced each other, and remained with the herd, as horses are social creatures that prefer living in groups.

That they had been together for so many generations, that mankind had yet to learn how to capture them, break their spirit, or force them to act as mere beasts of burden was in and of itself a miracle. Mankind felt he had a god-given, god forsaken power, and dominion over the horses, and all other creatures that existed, be it on land, in the air, or in the sea. This was so, simply because an old book they called the good book, which was written by who knows who, said he did. But the horses had never read about such things, nor heard such things, or engaged at all in entertaining such absurd notions. Instinctively, whenever he, and his family came upon the two legged kind, it was off they went, muscles, and sinew straining, racing, off too the foothills, and as far as possible in the opposite direction. For he had witnessed many times, man, men, and their presence, and their cunnery, and vile, and deceptive ways, always resulted in a brother, a cousin, a daughter, or son, stolen away, and never to return.

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