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Wild Horses
WILD HORSES
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Cowboy’ is my name and ropin’ is my game.
Riding old Dusty we searched by day, watching for the many wild mustangs.
We ride endlessly throughout the day and into the dusk, not finding the trail
that we must, herding mustangs that you can’t trust.
Contracting cowboys are hard, tough ridin’ men working for payday from the
boss for food and fun and life that they can trust.
Sorrels’, paints, chestnuts and black in color, we watch quietly for the stampeding
of the stud leading his band of mares.
Today was a bust for there was not a whinny from one mustang hoss.
Sitting by the fireside and listening to the men, the six of us exchanged tales of
our wanderlust.
Hearing the crackling fire and brewing up a stew, we anxiously await for our
portion of grub.
A knicker from ‘Old Tango’ tied beside my horse alerted us to an uncertain noise
as we quietly pointed to Tom to check out the intruder.
As he crept to the horses we uttered not a word, waiting for some of the
mustangs from the herd.
Tom swung his lasso through the wind as it bent and whistled he dropped it
over the head of a young filly.
She reared up and pawed the air, kicking and bucking and screaming for the stud.
Not one of us could be heard as they wrangled and fought one another with the
force of emotions from filly to man to lessen his hold.
Tom let out a low whistle meaning to craw into the horses without a sound and get
into the saddle.
Ducking and cursing the tree limbs that surrounded us, we managed to sneak up to
a wonderful sight.
There stood Tom hanging on for dear life, his little filly didn’t want to be part of his life.
A scream throughout the night was heard as the stud came crashing along the trail
with the restless mares.
No time for laughter, not even a rope, we jumped onto our horses and surrounded
the nosey little filly corralling her into the middle.
As luck would have it we had left our gear still on the horses for fear of a stampede
into the morning light.
A few hours earlier they were looking for the lost baby in the herd.
‘Midnight Black’ we named the stud because he was massive and looked mean as a rat.
The filly was dragging Tom by now and he was yelling, as loud as the stud.
We surrounded the filly and caught her with ease as Tom threw his rope over the stud.
Holding onto him with all his might he stayed with 'Midnight Black' for the entire fight.
Tom was twisting and turning and writhing in pain as he held onto the rope for as
long as he could.
His leather gloves were wearing thin as he walked his hands up the rope to the
horses’ neck and with a leap he was on Midnight Blacks’ back.
The stud was raring, bucking and screaming as Tom was holding on for his life.
'Midnight Black' had never encountered a man so strong and determined before.
He fought with all his might to rid himself of this giant form of a man.
Tom struggled to stay astride as he rode his best with all his might.
He wrapped his arms around his neck and entwined his gloves in the longest
mane he had ever felt.
Midnight Black was wearing out and began to slowly burn out.
Tom regained his strength and smoothly and quietly righted himself on the stud.
He spoke soft words of love and the wild 'Midnight Black' began to understand
that he liked the man on his back.
He stopped for a moment and remembered his fright, then he gave a buck that
threw Tom a foot up into the air.
With the wind knocked out of him Tom landed against the stud of his dreams,
and decided to ride out this circus of man and equine.
Cowboys were closing in to surround the 'Midnight Black' and back him into the
old corral.
Tom nodded to move to the side as he laid his head on the stud with a smile.
He knew that he had won the fight and that 'Midnight Black' was back with a fight.
They jumped and flew through the air with one last fight to make it fair.
Tom rode his prize into the Okay Corral and friends of Tom’s closed the gate with a sigh of relief because it was late.
Tom dismounted and left the rope dangle, softly stroking him with the rope.
'Midnight Blacks’ eyes were blazing but you could tell that he was truly amazing.
He pawed the ground and nickered with a sinister laugh.
You could tell he was ornery but had a sense of fairness, and fondness for the
man who fought him back.
Nowadays you can see the stud running the herd with Tom riding bareback,
the two of them leading the wild gang into the Okay Corral to be tamed and loved,
as he found his guide to be fair and light of flight he worked day and night for his food. Trusting Tom he kept his word that he would work for his love and his food understanding the bond between one man and the love he depended on.
Many a filly and a colt can be found throughout the land on your farm or mine with 'Midnight Blacks’ old background.
If you find one who is rank and mean, remember Tom and Midnight Blacks’ night of dreams as they fought to lead and learned that they could become a team.
A dream that everyone could own a horse and have some fun with, large ones,
mean ones and ones that were fair, 'Midnight Black' remembers he was there.
Thank him for your friend’s because he is the grand daddy of all men’s equine friends. Gentle your horse and treat him with love because 'Midnight Black' is watching above.
Written by: Tamara Lesley
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