Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

Sable and Hook. They had come down the hill and across the road to the vicinity of Grey/Traveler’s, where I was just walking away after sitting with them. He got all puffed up when he saw them; mama Houdini wisely started leading Terra and Gemma away; Hook wasn’t quite sure what to do about me; Grey wasn’t either, I guess, and finally turned and sauntered after his girls. Though it doesn’t matter in the slightest, I was relieved. Hannah was right behind Sable, grazing with Pinon and Ember, unconcerned.