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  1. “What have I done, what have I done to you
    To make you feel this way?
    You feel the need to hunt me down
    And take my life away.
    You take my mates – take our children, too.
    Tell me please…
    What have I done to you?”
    From ‘More Like You’ by L. LeBlanc
    October, 2010


  2. White man speak with forked tongue. They make treaties with us they break. They give us land, then round us up and take it away. Sound familiar?


  3. i know nothing about invisible lines which i am banned from crossing .i just want to live in freedom with my friends ,my family and my little ones,just as humans do.please leave us where we are, we are not harming you ,the land or the environment.


  4. You asked for my gentleness, and I gave you more. You asked for my help, and I gave you more. You asked for my strength, and I gave you more. You asked for my loyalty, and I gave you more. You asked me to be a soldier for your country, and I gave you more. I have given my life for you. Now I ask you to fight for it, every day, any way you can…


  5. Protest reminder: (both on Facebook) WY Rally for Horses & burros, Aug 12 at 1PM MDT at Rock Springs BLM office & Rock Springs Grazing Assoc. NV Wild Horses & Burros – keep them free, Aug. 15 from 7-9PM PDT at Reno BLM office. Please share this info with friends and please attend at least one if you’re able. I’d share the links to the events, but I’m a computer idiot. Sorry!


  6. Here is what ACE said in his letter to Santa a few years ago …

    I am an old wild stallion. I am told that I am one of the last Twin Peaks stallions. I have had a wonderful life as Mother Nature planned for me from the very day I was born. I lived the first 22 years free and wild and learned from my sire, dam, siblings and family band what was good for me to eat and where to find the fresh water springs that are hidden in the hills. I romped and played with the young colts and fillies in my extended family. Under the watchful protection of our family members, we young horses frolicked in the snow and creeks and rested in the shade of the old Juniper trees in the heat of the summer. Life was very good. I later grew to be a healthy, robust and compassionate herd stallion with beautiful loyal mares and amusing, vigorous offspring. Although I now have a good “retirement” life in a sanctuary with other displaced animals, my life in the wild was perfect for a wild one like me!

    I know you are very busy Santa, but today I am asking you to help all creatures that have not been as lucky as me. I have heard that there are fewer and fewer wild horses and burros that are allowed to live wild and free on their rightful range. I do not understand this but I do know it is wrong. What I am asking from you is for you to watch over and protect all animals and help them to be able to live their lives as Mother Nature intended for them. Do not allow them to be chased, harassed, trapped, caged, starved, abused and slaughtered.

    Although I live for today, I often warmly think about the “good old days” when hundreds of we wild ones roamed free. Where are my wild friends that I knew those many years? Where are my mares and foals today? Why was our family torn from each other and our peaceful and natural world destroyed? I have over-heard humans say that our life in the wild was traded for money. Santa, what is money? Could it possibly be more important than our wild hearts, lives, families and land?

    Santa, I will continue to dream of my days gone by but I am asking you today to watch over all creatures’ great and small and to teach all human beings to think with their hearts and to reason with their souls.

    Thank you, Santa.
    – “ACE”



  7. http://terrifarley.blogspot.com/2014/08/blm-cowed-into-eliminating-wyomings.html
    Memories of a Heartsore Mustang
    by Abigail

    I am running, my breath coming in jagged gasps
    I can feel and smell all the fear around me
    This big noisy predator chases us relentlessly
    I want to be free from it, but I cannot break away
    My feet hurt and I want to stop to rest, but I cannot
    I do not understand where this predator came from
    But I hope it will leave us, let us be free.

    I am separated from my family,
    Pushed together with unknown horses
    They are as scared and confused as I
    I am thirsty but the water tastes stale
    Where is the grass I am used to?
    All we have is some kind of forage it is dry
    And tasteless I long for my family and home
    But I am not set free

    We are pushed in a small space and examined
    I try to resist but they are stronger
    We are poked a prodded I hurt all over
    I try to remember the safety of the herd
    My true family but I cannot remember there scents
    They are lost to me.


  8. Why are you taking my freedom away, you take me off my land and I have my own water rights too. Why put me and my family in jail, you take them away from me, for what reason, what did I do ….??????????????????????????


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