This week was a whirlwind of mustang activity, at least for me, at least in a symbolic albeit sedentary way (sitting on my butt but not on a horse). On Saturday, October 23, we celebrated the ten-year anniversary of NO ROUNDUPS IN SPRING CREEK BASIN, and the fifty-year anniversary of the unanimous signing of the … Continue reading

Because, today…

From Desert Chrome: Water, a Woman, and Wild Horses in the West Detritus: Sierra Nevada, 1971. October light leaks in between slats of graying barn wood. A yellow stripe marks Craig’s cheek, his shoulder. I taste salt and smell the sun on his skin and in the hay beneath me that makes our bed in the … Continue reading