“With most eyes turned upon the Kentucky Derby, this day, what better way to wash your mind and soul out than to receive an eloquent update on the current condition of America’s true face and voice for our beloved Wild Horses, Cloud, the enduring Stallion of the Pryor Mountains.
If not for Cloud and Ginger Kathrens I would not be writing to you, here. Both of them changed the course of our lives, I include my bride Terry, years ago with their combined stories on the painful plight of our wild horses and burros who struggle to stay and live free on their rightful range. I will be forever grateful.
But while others are watching the abuse of equine youngsters on the racetrack, today, take a few moments out and refresh yourself with what horses truly are and should forever be…free. Thanks Ginger.” ~ R.T.
My cell phone rings and I look at the name of the caller. It’s Jared Bybee, BLM wild horse manager for the Pryor herd. “Hi Jared,” I answer cheerfully. His voice is calm and measured. “The darting crew saw Cloud yesterday shuffling down Sykes Ridge Road alone.” Everything after this is a bit of a blur. I remember Jared saying that Cloud is “all beat up and looks thin.” I tell Jared that I’m planning on coming up in a few days. He pauses, and from the tone of his voice, I sense he fears I may arrive too late.
Linda Hanick, our Facebook manager and Paula Todd-King, our director of communications decide to go with me. Along with our loyal companion, Quinn, we leave Colorado early, hoping to get up on Tillett Ridge while it is still light enough to glass over onto Sykes. If we can spot Cloud, this will give us a clue where to begin our search. The chilly wind whips around us as we start glassing with our binoculars, hoping to see a flash of white…(Continued)
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