Thursday, December 15, 2011
A Mustang Looks Back for You
Dear Readers, all around the world tonight, people will celebrate the anniversary of the Wild Horse and Burro act. As someone who met Wild Horse Annie, I can tell you she wouldn't be happy at how we've allowed the intent of the law to be trampled by BLM. Every day, U.S. taxes paying to end our horses freedom. Look at Annie's gravestone, above. See the very last desperate horse looking back /
-- for you.
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“I SAT DOWN WITH WILD HORSE ANNIE TODAY”
I sat down with Wild Horse Annie today. We had quite the
conversation. I complained of how convoluted her law had become, how
it was now a life sentence for the very animals it was intended to
protect. She listened quietly, never uttering a word. “ We really need
your help.” I told her. She offered no reply.
The grass surrounding us was cool & refreshing, the day warm
& clear. I closed my eyes and imagined a band of wild horses
grazing peacefully nearby. How fitting it would have been. But alas !
Imaginings are nothing more than imaginings. There were no wild horses
and Wild Horse Annie was not going to answer.
Beside me was a small and unassuming grave marker. In that, it was
much like the woman buried there. Beneath the name Velma B. Johnston,
Wild Horse Annie, and the dates March 5, 1912 – June 27, 1977 were three
mustangs, running wild and free. As I ran my fingers across the
relief and looked closer at the image, I realized there was something
unexpectedly ominous portrayed there.
The running mustang trio had reached the edge of a dangerous
precipice with no choice left but to jump. The last of the three is
rearing and looking over his shoulder as if deciding whether to fight
or flee. Tears started flowing when I put the scene in the context of
the battle we’re waging today. I started sobbing like a crazy fool and
blurted out, “ Help me! I don’t know what else to do.”
It was then that a voice came to me, a strong but gentle whisper in my ear.
“FIGHT” it said, “ FIGHT LIKE A WILD STALLION.”
Story and photo by Carrol Abel
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