From the Santa Fe New Mexican:
Their heads high and necks suddenly taut, the mustangs watch the four-wheeled intruder come closer. Whirling, they trot away, fading into the ponderosa pine stands like ethereal ghosts from a bygone era.
From the Santa Fe New Mexican:
Their heads high and necks suddenly taut, the mustangs watch the four-wheeled intruder come closer. Whirling, they trot away, fading into the ponderosa pine stands like ethereal ghosts from a bygone era.