WILD HORSES

A man, it is said, never forgets a great horse, nor the horse a great man. Put the thoroughbred, the draft horse, the Lipizzaner stallion, and the wild Mustang, into the same coral, and they act as equals – no blinders, no misery, no slavery. Man, though, must harness and lash the horse. In becoming the horse – wearing his mane, strapping on his saddle, chomping on his bit – his civilized skin peels away. A terrible beast is let loose.